What happened when my Dad was plucked from this universe and kidnapped into a post-apocalyptic, gritty fantasy, video-game-like world? I went after him, of course.Things turned dark. Lies swarmed thicker than the zombies and dragons. ...And the truth? ...Did I really want to know it? The Gamers set my father's execution date—their hatred of him made me wonder what he could have done. When I found out, I, also, found I was irrevocably tied to The Game, and there wasn't any going back now. There wasn't anymore hiding under the covers. Because I either stood up and fought for what I believed in, or The Game world that held the keys to a past I couldn't remember died forever.I was the last Game Maker. It was time I made my Game....No pressure...Fight the dragonor fight yourself.Fight for what you stand foror what you won't.Choose your path, Game Maker;make your game.Sometimes, the hardest choiceis which hill you'd bewilling to die on.- The Grand Dragon