[@Thewizardguy] [@Kishin Asura]
The [hider=Multiverse][img]http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f5tW8kfVqH8/To7rEK9pU_I/AAAAAAAAACQ/T1RdR7OAKSI/s1600/tumblr_lpu2in4qN31qzvby8o1_500.jpg[/img][/hider]  
	An infinite roulette wheel of worlds that are similar, yet different. From a world where ninja summon giant frogs to do battle, to a world plagued by witches and soul devouring serial killers, the multiverse is a place of infinite chaos, and madness. It was this madness, this violence, that gave rise to the great powers that be. Groups of worlds, universes, banding together to do battle against the greater evils of the multiverse. These great forces however, soon turned in on themselves, as good is in many ways, subjective. Now, war plagues reality on a scale not seen before. This has lead to heroes rising that have turned the tides of wars, as well as villains that have brought untold suffering. Now, three great armies have arisen, with many more swarming into the conflict, as well as a council forming to keep the destruction to a minimum, governing the great war from a neutral zone. However, this is not where you start. Where you all begin, is in your mundane lives, as mundane as the average can be. Until, you feel yourselves gripped, and ripped, from your reality.
	
	It's a surreal experience, as you feel yourselves pulled into a void, a place where you see the splendor of the multiverse, the infinite globes lined up. To see how large everything is, and to in the same moment, know how small you are. However, you feel darkness engulf you. Your sight is engulfed by a darkness that even the greatest of sight cannot pierce, and you soon find yourself in a room. You're able to move, breath, without problem, but unable to see, the darkness still there. You soon hear a voice. "Be not afraid. You're not dead. But you are within hell..." It purrs, a man's voice, deep and smooth. The darkness begins to break, as you find yourself within a room, a desk surrounding you on all sides. At this desk, a group of figures who's very presence makes your skin crawl, and your hair stand on end.
	Many of them are hidden under some form of robe, or other device hiding their identity, but one, a man with a large set of horns sprouting from his forehead is easily made out. He's wearing a red suit, and is smoking a cigar that has an almost fruity scent to it. He leans forwards. "So, tell me friends.  What are your names, and where are you from?" He asks with a smile, smoke pouring from his mouth as he speaks.