Ghosts in the snow

Fifty years ago, the Emancipation Wars began due to a series of rebellions staged by the western city-states. Following seventeen years of war that erupted as unrest swept the region, Strell was born. And thanks to its military tactics during the wars, this new country has enjoyed thirty-three years of tenuous peace ever since. However, what won us peace has made the whole country a stage for chaos—at least, that’s how it sounds in all the rumors. If only things were actually that simple. This country’s real face can only be seen where people’s stories intersect. Some praise it as paradise while others howl that it’s hell, but either way: it’s home. You’ll get used to it.

Welcome to Strell.

This is a work of fiction. All character names, pharmaceutical products, places, events, organizations, phenomena, etc. are all made up. Everything in this story is totally fabricated, I promise. Anything that does resemble any person, living or dead, or concept found in real life is merely a coincidence that you should chalk up to the Mandela effect or something. Unless, of course, you allowed me to base a character on you, in which case any resemblances or similarities should be obvious and are extremely intentional. Dialogue from these characters may be direct quotation or hyperbolic (yet consistent) invention of my own. These characters are still fictional creations and do not reflect their muses in a way that can be considered accurate. In no way should these characters be thought of as any indication of my opinions about, experiences with, or feelings towards the people who inspired them. Oh, and another thing: these stories are written for the purpose of entertainment only. Extreme artistic liberty is being taken in the creation of this work. It is not intended to influence the reader in any way nor is it meant to be a criticism of the real world and its problems… As if you care.