My greatest imaginary creation started out so simple; one day, at age five or six, I was just minding my own business when I randomly thought up a crossover of two TV shows I watched frequently: I think it was Little Bear and Cyberchase. Anyway, I found it so fun to think about that I began to imagine these same characters together over and over and ''over'' again, creating new adventures for them on a daily basis. And that's the end, right? Wrong. Instead of setting aside these fantasies, I ran with them. And by "ran with them," I mean I created a ''massive'' fanfiction-like crossover of all the characters I've come to adore over the years, set in a large and intricate fantasy world complete with a dark backstory, ancient prophecies and a '''lot''' of magic. And it keeps growing, too: whenever I develop an interest in some new character, I work them (and usually their sidekicks and entire world) into my story. After a while I created a group of four rather one-dimensional OCs to connect all these characters (and partially just 'cuz I was getting bored.) Well, that number of OCs rose to ten, gained distinct personalities and eventually went BrotherChuck on ''all the characters I had originally started with,'' becoming the main characters themselves. That was when I realized: I'd gone and made something truly special to me. Ten years later, I'm an eccentric loner with a screwed-up family life and small circle of friends. Every single day, I relieve some of my pressure by entering this little fantasy world of adventure and weirdness where anything can and will happen. Seriously, my characters are best friends with {{The Penguins Of Madagascar}}, have
helped Alice fight the Jabberwocky and have IndianaJones as a history teacher.