Introduction: A sweet nectar drips before me. All other sources of sustenance have dried up. I鈥檓 afraid to drink it because I鈥檝e seen the consequences of even a drop too much. It can be a poison, but we are nothing without it. I have been nothing without it. A husk. But once I drink this sap from the forbidden fruit, it cannot be undone, regardless of whether I take too much. I choose to take this leap through the void. And so I raise this ancient cup. I will not die a husk.A man without ambition is reborn in the body of Aegis Hyades Rastine to a world of fairy tales, only to find that it's as screwed up as any other. War, rape, pillaging, torture, starvation, slavery, genocide... You know, the good old stuff plaguing (Did I mention there were plagues too?) earth. How will he survive? Can he even?Note: This is the first story I've ever written, so I'd appreciate some cut throat critiques on my writing....