The mysterious sentient pistol known as Living Gun fires a furious volley of rounds, causing the costumed hero, the Liberator, to duck behind a wall to avoid its deadly rain. This is not a comic book. This is the world as it is today. The world of the Gestalt.
Earth. Like your Earth, but markedly different. In this Earth the human imagination has come to life. Ideas. Thoughts. Dreams. All have form here.
The few, the chosen few, have been granted the power of those thoughts, those dreams. They represent something greater than themselves and they play their parts accordingly.
Some have been imbued with good thoughts. They liken themselves to the Heroes in the comic books. Some with darker dreams. They are likened by others to the Villains. But in truth, neither appellation is accurate.
The ‘Heroes’ do not do what they do, because they should. Just as the ‘Villains’ do not do what they do, for personal gain. They both do it because they have no other choice. So you have to ask yourself… Would you want a life where you had power, but no control? Or a life where you have control, but no power?
Welcome to my world. A great place to visit…