History Of Reaper's Realm

but once to every being on the planet...the “angel of death” whose judgement is final,

and whose power is absolute. This is how the so-called “Grim Reaper” has been

characterized through the centuries; as a gloomy guide and guardian of the dead.

It’s been assumed that there is only one. That may not be the case...

No one knows which came first: The legend of the Grim Reaper, or the rise of

the Reaper Clan. Dating back to antiquity is the obscure legend of an unusually longlived

family of “collectors.” The scraps of stories that exist name them as “The

Reapers”...their power and longevity sustained through the living souls they “harvest.”

Souls, you see, grow and mature over time...ripening, and growing ever more

succulent...like bright orange pumpkins, to be gathered up in late autumn. Fear, in

particular, “flavors” the soul to the Reapers’ liking.

Disease...war...famine...human cruelty and stupidity...all powerful tools used by

the Reapers to saturate souls with fear and collect their bounty; yet fear has lead

humans to adapt, avoiding and prolonging the inevitable. This is a problem for the

Reapers, for if they cannot acquire a suitable harvest, they cannot exist.

And so, the current patriarch of the Reaper Clan–Lord Reaper–has taken a new

approach. Turning “Fear” into “Fun,” he has created Reaper’s Realm...where thrill- and

chill-seekers flock to encounter the Reapers’ sinister collection; the dark handiwork of

centuries, all in the guise of “Halloween fun.” Unsuspecting souls come smiling into

Reaper’s Realm for a glimpse of “the other side”...but be warned: Tarry too long in the

Reaper’s Realm and you belong to them. Your screams are like music; the smell of

your fear is an irresistible aroma.

Realm.