The Dao of Doom

in the 14th known era of an ancient planet five figures clad in robes made of shadow sit upon horses made of darkness and despair. But alas it is not time for that story; let us go back to the beginning a man named Max, your typical young man, weak unassuming no one of consequence. Dies suddenly in his sleep and finds himself in the middle of a dark clearing in an unknown forest with a voice only he can hear as his only guide. Follow me as I painstakingly paint a saga of a man who will bring an entire world to it's knees. This is the story of the Dao of Doom