Without warning or reason a new world came into being, of a realm containing othing more than this single world, no sun, no moon, no Stars, nothing.
On this world at exactly the same time a land formed, singular surrounded by sea and devoid of life, be it animal or vegetable.
It was always dark and nothing ever happened to change this.
Suddenly a man appeared, as he had just been writing something to describe this environment.
He had, but his being and the detailing of his perspective had become a part of this strange land it's history and it's events.
With no vegetation or animal life and nothing but rock sea and the lava beneath. Uncertainty existed as to wether this land would ever become interesting.
Once more without warning or reason a beautiful light filled the world, a sun had become.
Somewhere between the seas, rock, lava and light air began to form as an atmosphere. However it was to late for neorobinfox his lifeless suffocated corpse lay right in the middle of the landmass.
The days that followed were a wonder none could behold, heatwaves draged seas to the sky, cold spells had them fall to the earth, Rivers began to flow back to the sea, great storm's struck the land carving mountains and forming meadows and from this super complex super huge process and the slowly decaying corpse of neorobinfox life began to form.
Strange grasses and trees, odd insects born of water land and air, and eventually some unusual dog, cat, bird, and monkey like creatures.
The world of Paradise was born.
It's history set much as a story.
Everything was begun, but what about tomorrow, what then?
A world just begun, going through it's cycles, was this the end of the story or just the beginning...
The ghost of neorobinfox stood a top a great mountain in the center of the land. He could see right to the edges of the land on all sides.
To the north snowy plains mixed with mountains, east a steamy hot tropical rain forest, south swampy murky marshes, and west was home to a great desert running right to the ocean. Around the mountain he stood up on was a large central area of meadows.
Rivers ran down from ice caps on this central mount in all directions right to the coast on all sides. The rain occasionally topping them up.
The ghost of neorobinfox wandered the great land all around for many years, finding nothing but animals and vegetation until one day everything has changed once more.
In all directions, appropriate to their climate four peoples had evolved. To the frozen north strong hardy pale skinned humanesk people were busy fighting each other for food and survival. In the eastern rainforest smaller darker more agile people were also engaging in a similar endeavor. Same of the tall pale brown skinned marsh dwellers to the south. And in the west another peoples, very dark in skin tone also battled one another for food and survival.
None had as yet discovered each other, and only used their muscles, fists and teeth to survive. Barely more than animals themselves.
The ghost of neorobinfox returned to his mountain peak in the center of the land and pondered.
"A realm of nowhere, a world and a sun of nothing, me myself born just to die, and life at it's origin born of my own body. It is a beautiful thing. Life here starts with me, I must watch over this place and help it to grow, but I am not God, I myself was created as was the world, sun and realm itself. There must be a God, and he must consider me to be of some importance."
He sat and waited to see what happened next.
The four peoples of this, as yet, unaffected land began to make tools, homes, and farms. They began to form themselves into an ordered form, independent of each race, but each now had a king.
The four races explored the land until finally all at the same time they met each other at the foot of the central mount where the ghost of neorobinfox stood watching.
At first a hesitation existed, then apprehension, finally after feeling less threatened by one another, the four groups of explorers began to communicate with one another.
Each of the four races had a different language and so after some months a new language was formed from the four. They built farms and homes and shared knowledge.
The four explorer groups sent messengers back to their prospective lands to inform their kings and their peoples.
Now the history of the world called Paradise had changed once more.
The is a realm, and within that realm a sun and a world called Paradise.
On that world a single landmass the four races of people who dwell there collectively call Treaniroc.
In the cold north, the pale skinned, hardy self named Rocsnow people lived hunting animals for food.
In the east, the bronze skinned Raitre ate berries and fruit and farmed their own.
To the south, the tall brown skinned marsh dwelling Swatre people ate small reptiles snakes and berries.
In the west, the very dark skinned Oasan lived consuming insects.
In the center of the land of Treaniroc all four of these people lived together in a city called Meeting at the foot of a great mountain called Mount Paradise.
In this central city the four kings elected a president neutral to any single kingdim but loyal to all, and agreed to call it Centerock.
Here in this city the four peoples pursued knowledge and invention until the discovered the nature and questions of creation itself.
The began to seek God.
Atop his mountain the ghost of neorobinfox watched this moment with thoughts of his own. He had been witness to everything so far but had yet to come aross a being responsible for any of this.
Should he guide these people as their God, or just leave them to their pondering.
The ghost of neorobinfox once more journaled the progression of this realm, and having finished it's history, decided to visit these peoples in the central city at the foot of the mountain and share with them everything that had so far come to pass.
They met him with apprehension at first, so far noone had died as far as they knew, and neorobinfox was not in appearance like any of the four races.
After some time had passed they took this knowledge to a temple and began to study it. Neorobinfox was deemed Godlike and became considered the creator of all things, not liking this he retreated to his mountain top to watch.
The four sides found disagreement with each other in the idea of neorobinfox and the question of his divinity. Great wars began each side hoping to take control of all the land.
The central city and it's people became a race in their own right, and defended thier position acting as a support pillar preventing any side from complete domination.
With five races at war Paradise was in turmoil, a need had arisen for heroes to appear and adventure. The scene was set but where adventure exists mysteries will be discovered.
Neorobinfox waited ready to scribe the events of the heroes and adventurers that would now appear appear.