There is something deep in all our hearts which we just need to set free sometimes. Some call it empathy; some call it passion; some call it wisdom; I call it love, and with my heart, I write you these letters.

Kim Seokjin is a university student with a soft spot for period dramas and fantasy games. He has a wild imagination. But when immersion blurs the lines between his escapes and his reality... Is he playing the game or is the game playing him?

So I'm guessing if you checked out this page, you have some interest in the genre medieval fantasy. That's awesome, me too! But as the title also suggests, this is a guide, so I guess you're a little stuck for ideas, right? Don't worry- I get that all the time. So, I thought I'd draw up a small guide with different suggestions to give you a helping hand. Let me know if you think of something!

Have you ever woken up from a dream that felt too real? A nightmare so vivid and horrifying that it left you bathing in your own sweat and tears, throat raw from gasping? A scene so terrible your whole body convulses to get away, contorting the sleeping body so tightly gripped by your own imagination… A vision which blurs the lines between reality and fantasy, so intense and visceral you can feel every detail, all your senses going wild with stimulation. A gruesome, tw

They say that in another realm there is a room which is perfectly symmetrical. It has no windows, no furniture; only a pedestal of stone in the centre, with a pair of scal

I always remember the first time I saw you. Your eyes creased into crescent shapes like the moon as it smiles fondly down on the earth. The radiant glow of your happiness took my breath away. When the nurse handed your tiny, delicate form to me and I held you in my arms, I knew there was nothing quite so perfect in my world as you. I remember how you held my finger so tight with your whole hand. Something deep inside me swayed, a powerful bond latching my swelling heart with yours. I remember

Ever since a time that can only be described as 'long, long ago' by the mortals of the world, it was the way of the Gods not to govern the mortals, but to govern the laws of the earth they had created. However the God's favoured creation, Mankind, still seemed to believe in destiny, despite the free will bestowed upon them. For them, it was a way of romanticising love, kindling hope, grieving death. Of course, with free will, Mankind developed culture and personality, and the Gods were

Jaejoong is well known for his daredevil personality. Not because he is wreckless, per say; but because of his trust in science, and his knowledge of physics which allows him to do what others see as risky or even terrifying simply because his logic far surpasses theirs. He knows the theory of every situation he has been in, or could put himself in. He trusts his given instincts and senses, and with that trust comes a strange calmness in his understanding of his own limitations and capabiliti

A storm. A fleet ripped asunder, reunified only in their torpid drift to Davy Jones' Locker. An arenaceous resting place, ocean bed the most comfortable of them all. A curious creature, not sure what he's looking for but eventually finding himself.

Once his village is sent up in flames, after all he's been through, he has nothing left to do now but survive.

The beginnings of my working life weren't the best. Fresh out of university, I realised that even after a good seventeen years of schooling I didn't truly know what I wanted to do with my life. I sure as hell knew I didn't want to get stuck behind a desk for the next forty years, but fate is a cruel mistress and that's what I ended up doing anyway- well, it seemed like I was stuck there for life after a few years down the rut. I hated my job at the time; it was tedious and hardly r