This story might not be for everyone, but if you’ve made it this far, it’s probably for you.

Too soon? I’ve been saving that intro line forever, and now I’m feeling like I botched the opening line already, which is generally considered the most important sentence in a book.

In that case, I’ll just get straight to the point.

My name is Randy Lionheart and I’m a fantasy writer. With that in mind, I promise that you will be thoroughly entertained by the crazy story to follow, a story which would be way less crazy if it weren’t for the fact it actually happened to me, and is still happening to me (I’m still trapped in this fantasy world known as Genera as we speak).

If you’ve never read a LitRPG before, strap in. If you have, sit back, enjoy the ride.

Congratulations, you will laugh your ass off!

At me.

That’s right, I’m the guy who fell asleep (or maybe died) in a sensory deprivation tank and woke up in a world populated by all sorts of chicanerous creatures, from rogue halflings to an assortment of elves, sketchy wizards, treacherous gnomes, and ravenous trolls; the same fantasy writer who also spent his last book advance on crypto, leaving me completely broke.

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But more on that second part later…

For some reason, you’re still here and wondering when this story is actually going to start, and what this Mad Lad of a writer (aka me) has in store for you.

We’re almost there, reader, but before we kick this one into high gear, before we portal to another world and start the tutorial so we can reach the tower and get working on those floors, I need to clear up a few more things:

THERE WILL BE CURSING.

But there won’t be sex.

And there will be pop culture references galore that are totally going to date this story. I am also forced to seduce a dungeoncore at one point in the first act; take quests in a floor populated by bipedal hamsters known as Hamsterdam; and fight everything from raging murder hornets to Japanese goblins, among other wacky situations. So expect violence and shenanigans.

I swear to you that as soon as chapter one starts, this story will kick into super high gear with a metric crapton of action, batty challenges, a smattering of stats, unhinged tournaments, fun characters, and clever enough banter as I slay my way toward the tower.

Because that’s what Tokens and Towers is all about, and I wouldn’t have it any other way even if it is indulgent.

It’s safe to say that I’m just as excited as you are to kick this one off, dear reader, itching to grab the nearest weapon and start grinding and looting like my life depends on it while dealing with a powerful yet misguided flying spellbook named Clovis.

Congrats to both of us!

We, you and I, are about to embark on an epic journey, the epic-est of journeys, one that has never been told before. With that in mind, I’m going to exit stage left and let this story shine before you figure out a better way to spend your time.

My name is Randy Lionheart.

Let’s get wild.