I can input lightning bolt spell in my sleep after playing the first one. I can not clean my sorrow after playing the second.

It all begun when the rogue wizard from Pieces Interactive decided that those other pesky wizards had too much power. Unlimited magic casting? Iron staffs shooting small projectiles at incredible speeds? Summoning Death himself in battle? "Preposterous!" he said, "That's not what magic is all about!" he said. And such, a curse was laid on land, making spells of old forbidden. A new order was installed, one of sorrow and emptiness. Fun left that land and the world was sent on its course to oblivion.

And he bared the corpse of a once well-known vampire on his shoulders, stating that he is here to save, to protect us from immeasurable dangers that we once knew. He threw mocking references around, thinking that's what we all want, thinking that's what will make us complacent. But he was wrong.

You, the descendant of the mages of old, you must come to light and save us. Seal the cursed land of Pieces Interactive, destroy the rogue wizard on its throne and bring back peace and color into our land!

Will you help us, hero?