Where do the dead belong in the world of the living if the living are already supposed to be dead? The year is 3137 A.D. Near peace has been established between the human and demons for nearly a millennium. However, that peace is deeply disturbed when the dead come back to the world of the living to judge those deemed sinful. In return, opening old wounds the world had chosen to forget.

Mystic Dark

Basket and I continuously trade blows as we both clash around the Danger Room. His blows mirroring mine in the most annoying fashion. 


I cant remember how long this has been going on. An 30 minutes. An hour. Two?! I couldn’t tell anymore. The world was getting blurry. My clothes torn to shreds. Damn near naked. I was bruised. Blooded beaten. Some of my teeth were missing and my left eye was definitely swollen shut. 


“Something isn’t right?” I mumbled. 


Something definitely wasn’t. I wasn’t healing automatically like I should. My body wasn’t reacting right. My senses off. My head filled with static noise. 


“What did you do to me?!” I yelled. 


 Basket back handed me across the face, sending me flying into the concrete pavement below. 


I kneeled on the disheveled concrete gravel gripping my head. I needed to focus. I needed to collect myself. I needed to- 


One-Sided/ Janice vs. Basket Pt. 3 (Janice)