Once upon a time,
There has been at least one time within your life where you can remember someone reading to you a fairytale, or maybe perhaps sharing with you a nursery rhyme. Of course. Needless to say during such a time let's say you were an infant, and in being so young you ate all the whimsical crap up with the intent of thinking that even though bad things happen good will always prevail overall in the end. Of course. So, let's paint a little scene that you've been brought up to picture, Hmm? Princess gets the prince, the magical friendly creatures frolic in the forest and to seal the deal off of happily ever after there comes the sweetest most tender of kisses that seem to give just right amount, "umph" to the perfect ending. Of course. Well my dear friend, today maybe an unlucky day for you. All the dreams you've ever fantasized will go poof! The real realization is that majority of them rarely come true. For you see, positioned on the mountaintop called, "Clude", just below the green grassed valley land of Fabele Reich in the Kingdom of Rulock the insane commonsensible creatures dwell in their fairytale society commutes in the Penitentiary watching them; the people in white suits. In cahoots, Mother Goose herself with the help of her twin brothers, (The Brothers Grimm) caved into the idea of constructing the Fair Penitentiary in hopes of taking in all the creatures and fairytale folk alike that have had it rough and who had found themselves becoming so unstable to live sanely. Needless to say, their efforts did pay off, Mother Goose was granted in federal court funds to build the asylum as well as run it. But the twins caught wave of this from Mother Goose and became hostel and bitter towards her, they too wanted a fair share in operating along side with her in where the courts did not grant them too. The federal system new very that the brothers were of in no condition to operate the facility. Mother Goose tired her very best in asking the court, but they still denied. After a month the brothers had gone missing and were nowhere to be found. Vanished. Mother Goose went of town to town, country side to country side but eventually gave up on trying to find her brothers and put her operational work ahead in cooping with the penitentiary patients. Years passed, more and more poor nursery and fairytale creatures and people had been admitted to the asylum; word was getting around that the building had no empty cells. Mother Goose grew older and past her prime and sadly passed away, but when all hope seemed lost, her will was found. She wrote within it, her last wishes leaving the place in full charge to her eldest son, Vector. Little did she know that her two brothers where still well alive, with downfall on their minds and that her own son along with his fellow staff members would carry on running the prison with an insane, psychotic, and twisted mind.