{ EU } There are foster homes for imaginary friends and even teen created monsters . But what the public does n't know is that there 's a high security facility that contains the nightmarish imaginations of the schizophrenic and the mentally ill .

I've seen many things throughout my adventures; hordes of undead, terrible beasts and some of the most wicked demons imaginable. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw in the stockade of dread. 
 
 I am Aurius The Pure, a 10th level paladin dreamed up by a 20 year old art student from Maine. As a defender of the weak, I felt it was my duty to keep the horrors of the stockade from ever escaping. 
 
 It was my first night on guard; I was supposed to simply keep watch and trigger the alarm if anything happened, but I felt compelled to investigate. I heard whispers from deep within the dungeon, I could barely make out what they were saying; the words were clear enough but they were strung together in scattered, disorganized sentences. `` Murder is the only answer to true destiny'', `` Trust not the conceited men who offer fruit.'' The nonsense grew louder as I wandered deeper into the twisted halls; a feeling of overwhelming dread consumed me. `` worthless, scum, trash, unworthy, weak, ca n't defend anyone, you will not!'' The voice was shouting now `` You failed! Did nothing! No forgiveness! just die!'' The voice was speaking directly to me now; the dread in my heart grew ever more agonizing, somehow I believed everything the creature was saying. 
 
 The creature emerged from the shadows, an indescribable horror! So many horrific visages, so many appendages, just a mass of interwoven flesh and limbs; my description does it no justice, I can hardly bear thinking about it. I collapsed to my knees with tears flooding my eyes and the creature pulled me in toward it. `` Accept death, be done with it, give up.'' It sedated me with a calming voice and my vision faded to black. 
 
 That is all I remember.
