by PrettyMeat
Deep underground, beneath the gale of turbulence of the mad Horsemen, the realm of HanaOmo prevails. The Clones, Children of the gods Mother Hana and Father Omo, lay in rumination as they master the magic of their parents and fight against the corruption of their eldritch-corrupted-surface kin, the Gonars, using gun and axe alike. I invite you as their Scion to experience the tales each clone has to offer, from having gladiator lunch, to fighting demon birds. The Cloneworld has many stories that will produce laughs and tears. Will you accept my offer, dear Audience? Good, let us begin.
