A dark lit room littered with useless trinkets and trash. Bookshelves stocked with books titles enbroidered on the spines hidden away by layers of dust and grime. A room not touched in almost two years, two years left inside a inanimate bubble of time with only one exception. 

Thin frail fingers caressed a thin headband glowing a dim eerie purple. Small ornate pieces made from previously useless objects decorating the futuristic crown. A crown for fools to place atop their heads and dissapear, gone from the world they hate. Starting anew a world all too familiar yet always different, a safe place yet danger around every corner. A place where one can be isolated in a room devoid of life yet accompanied by thousands-no hundreds of thousands of people that know who you are. They say the deadliest poisons taste the sweetest, well when the fool adorns this crown his mouth fills with the nectar of gods as his body slowly withers.

The fool lays back in his chair and relaxes his body as a low humming lulls him to sleep, a dim purple light peers through his eyelids as the world around him slowly shimmers to life. A foreign world filled with opposites and chaos, an ever changing world that never stands still. The anticipation gets to the fool as he bites his lip in suspense. What labors will he be challenged with today? What form of death will knock on his door tonight? As a familiar text comes across the screen [color=gold]"Welcome back Limbo"[/color]. Floating words skywritten in gold with a background of an ever familiar city broke down to unfamiliar rubble. The average person would be in shock and awe at the chaotic scene, but the fool just smiles...

Limbo stood across Mechcity and watched as others logged in shortly after him, after all it was just before the prime hour. The chaotic diversity that is ToME, a place that he dared call Home. A rather large black hole stood out a bit abroad all the rubble, near said hole was another player. Limbo gestured to activate his Rift Waltz and instantly teleported near the character in question with a dazzling flash of black light. [Color=Purple]"One must question why such a beautiful view only has so many onlookers. None closer than yours truly and company."[/color] Limbo stated in a quizzical tone. Questioning the man that stood before him holding a card a shade of purple quite to Limbos liking.