We all know the stories. Hell, most of us grew up on them, watching, listening, reading as the dashing Prince rescues his damsel in distress and they live happily ever after. Or perhaps you were more interested in fables, about vain princesses who make promises they have no intention of keeping, only to find out that the frog they had attempted to run from was in fact, a handsome prince. Or even the childhood nursery rhymes you used to recite, committed to memory, though ignorant to the deeper darker meaning of the words you would use so often.
Well, this is more than just nostalgia; here in Old Oakhaven, the fairytales are real. Go to the bar -- perhaps you'll be served by a genie. Take a trip through the sketchier parts of town, and perhaps a faery will sell you drugs. Anything's possible here in the land where stories come to life, but be wary. Nothing is what it seems here.