Down The Rabbit Hole (Wonderland)

Wonderland...
A nonsensical world full of strange and mad creatures. Colourful, trippy landscapes. Wonderland is where those who want nothing to do with the sane, logical world come. It is a haven for those with imagination. But even havens can be infiltrated...

A Darkness...
The Queen of Hearts has been corrupted. Power has made her jealous, and created a darkness in her heart. Now she's become power hungry and paranoid. She fears all want to take her throne from her. She no longer tolerates misbehavior and if she believes a person to be plotting against her, it's "Off with their head!!!"...

Whatever will we do?
Now the strange characters that inhabit Wonderland, along with the people who keep stumbling in, must work to dethrone the corrupted Queen and save their world from becoming polluted...



Cheshire wandered among the bright flowers, singing a nonsensical song under her breath. She twirled, her arms outstretched, and fell dizzily to the ground, giggling insanely. She started up a chant of nonsense, her voice rising and falling in the breeze.



Cheshire chuckled, then ended the rhyme with a shout.

Jumping past the tree's of the wooded area, Harrie gaped at the opening where a rather long table sat, surrounded by the comfiest and most beautiful chairs one had ever seen in wonderland, besides the Queen's furniture, of course. "A Tea party, oh how lovely!" Harrie exclaimed, jumping with joy as if he had never expected to come upon such a thing. That Mad-Hatter, always at it!

The table was covered with a light orange-ish table cloth, where upon many tea-pots, and platters holding up towers of toasts and crumpets and little pallets holding all sorts of jam's and butter and whipped cheese creams. And of course, by all the tea kettles were many saucers with the finest tea cups one might see in wonderland, besides the Queen's however. Nothing could ever compare to the Queen's things. Everything that was the finest of anything was the Queen's, and it simply was never just stuff. And if you had something the Queen wanted, it was she that got her way, and you who had just lost whatever it was the queen desired.

But that certainly never stopped the Mad-Hatter or Harrie, no not at all. There were very special Un-Birthday's to be celebrated almost 30 hours a day, 8 days a week through out the 326 days a year! Why The Mad-Hatter and Harrie were always busy with these sorts of things! Speaking of the Mad-Hatter, "Where is that character anyhow? I shant wait for him long before I simply must serve myself a cup of tea!" Harrie said, sitting down in a puffy lavendar chair at the end of the long table.