For many years, the corrupt American Government and its Allies, had been forcing unjust policies upon other Governments and their own people. In the year 2012, However, several Governments joined together determined to fight back and free themselves from what they saw as a growing Empire. Fueled by anger, religious fervor, or a simple wish to manage their own affairs and not pay tribute to a One World Government, they pooled their resources and built an army of massive scale and advanced training. Calling themselves the Global Resistance Army they attacked the soldiers that occupied their lands. In response the US military unleashed Project BlackBook, upon their enemies unsuspecting populace. Civilians and soldiers alike were killed. No one was spared. Overnight the worlds population was reduced by one third, leaving the earth scorched and devoid of life in the wake of its devastating power. Most of the worlds Media hailed the event as a victory, a Masterstoke that would herald in a new reign of peace and prosperity; not just for America but for all remaining global citizens. Questions remained unanswered, however. Questions like; How was such a victory possible, without a single atomic weapon being used? What did Operation Blackbook consist of? Why had not a single Allied Soldier been reported injured or killed in what was, clearly, a massive military strike? Had The military unleashed a new biological weapon of untold power upon the world? The Government refused to answer. They would only say that BlackBook was a highly classified new advanced multi-weapons system, nothing more.<br/><br/>Six months later, a cable access news station uncovered the truth. It was far worse then anyone had dare imagine. BlackBook wasn't a new type of missile, or even a deadly biological agent. It was the culmination of years of secret and illegal experimentation on humans and their genetic codes. The strike force that had been sent to decimate the GRA, had consisted entirely of clones, genetically altered soldiers, animal-human hybrids, and cyborgs. What was worse many of them had been Americas own citizens, snatched off the streets and horribly transformed. The results of this revelation was pure anarchy. Riots and attacks on military installations by the citizens occurred in every major city in the world. Some called this World War Three, others The First World Revolution, but to most it was referred to as simply the Gene War. The Gene War spanned centuries. Neither side gave any quarter and so the war continuously escalated. Both sides entirely consumed by the need to win, no matter the cost. The world sank into ruin. It's environments reduced to a mere shell of what they once were. Large deserts, toxic swamps, and radioactive badlands stretched across the globe. By the time the war was over androids, sentient war machines, mutants, and worse roamed the landscape, bringing the human species, as we know it, to the brink of extinction.<br/><br/>Now in the Year 2512, the war has been over for almost 200 years. The once powerful governments, much like the cities they lorded over, have fallen into ruins. Survivors, scattered across the various continents, are cut off from each other and gathered in groups and tribes It is a world where only the strong and quick witted survive. There are those, however, that still dream of power and of the glories of war. As if in answer to this once more emerging threat, something beneath the surface of the Midwestern Desert is stirring. Something, that makes its home among the ruins of a base long forgotten. A base that dreams of the joys of battles and the unending screams of war. Underground they wake from the thousands of cryogenic pods inside a vast and mysterious complex both, familiar and alien. Awaking suddenly from the icy grip that brought oblivion they remember nothing. How they came to be in this dark crumbling place, what their purpose is or even. Only that they are needed. While outside the denizens that claim this overshadowed place as their own, shiver suddenly with a chill that freezes their blood despite the stifling heat. They know something is coming, but what, is yet to be seen. Only one thing is for sure..... the world will never be the same.<br/><br/>Thus, begins the Aftermath of the Gene War.........<br/><br/><br/><strong>Level M, Sector 6:</strong>It was the screams that awoke him. Screams that seemed to drowned out his own. He had felt this before he knew but never at this level it was the screams of the newly dead and they filled his head to near bursting as his eyes flickered open, desperately trying to make sense of what he saw in front of him. It was a frosted over glass window. He began to thrash around trying to move but, his arms were pinned at his sides and he couldn't get any leverage from here. He called out with both his mind and a voice weakened by disuse. "Help me. Please someone help me! Get me out of here!!!!!" Almost instantly there was a heavy thumping on the glass.<strong>BANG! BANG! BANG!CRASH!!!</strong>Strong arms lifted his body tearing several tubes and needles from his arms, legs and back. Tenderly they pulled him from the broken glass and metal cage.<em>No not a cage.....a cyro chamber of some sort. I was in stasis. </em>,he thought as he laid on the cool concrete of a mostly darkened facility looking into the dead white eyes of the rotted corpse that had saved him. Slowly the screams in his head were slowly replaced by hundreds, or was it thousands, of voices. All saying the same thing<strong><em>We are here Master, how may we serve?</em></strong>Slowly he pulled himself off the floor, taking in the shambling horrors that moved within the dark. "Am I doing this?," He whispered.<strong><em> Yesssss </em> </strong>came the answer from his minions.<em><strong> Leaad ussss</strong></em>He was amazed.<em> How has this happened? How did he get here? for that matter who was he?</em>Once more he looked around this time catching a single word etched across the broken container they had pulled him from LEGION. He smiled, a sudden blueish glow emanating from the runes carved across his body lighting up his face as he spoke to his new followers. "Go my minions, find me any others that have survived and bring them to me. My name is Legion, for we are many and none shall escape our power."<br/><br/><strong>Western Mage Tower:</strong>The First gasped as he came out of his trance. The vision had been stronger than any he had remembered since his appointment as First. Whoever the shadowy man with the glowing glyphs had been, he represented a massive power and a clear threat if left unchecked. Lightly stepping over his still sleeping concubines and threw on his robes of office. This called for an immediate meeting of  the inner circle. Mathius threw the door open and rushed down the hall his old bones creaking a bit as he ran. It wasn't long before he found one of the common Mages. "You, summon the Second and Third. Tell them to meet me in the scrying chamber immediately. Tell no one else." This meant of course that in the course of 15 minutes the whole tower was a buzz in rumors concerning the late night councils purpose. In the end only the Third, Galon ,emerged from the chamber to address those gathered. "Is the one called Anya here?"