Funny how all of this started just because of a stupid game.
Approximately one hundred years ago, everything was normal. The countryside sowed and reaped crops. The cities bustled and never slept. Children played on the streets without a worry in the world. Young men and women worked and went to school. Now, everything's changed.
You see, this all started when someone called Alexander Farrow decided to enlist in the army as a scientist. He was prodigy at eighteen years old, the smartest that the United States Army had ever seen. He might have been timid and a little soft, but... he had an amazing breakthrough before he turned nineteen. Like most young men, he was very much into video games. More specifically, he was addicted to a game called League of Legends. His passion for the game turned into fascination, and with that, he found a way to grant someone the powers of a specific champion. The government, seeing the potential for creating super-soldiers, gave him the necessary tools to gift people with unique abilities. Alexander Farrow, having granted himself the powers of Viktor, soon created a prototype version of the CORE. The CORE was the machine that actually gave people abilities-- but only through his choice.
Alexander changed after that. He was no longer the smart, socially awkward kid that he was only a year prior. He became cold. Disconnected. He only cared for himself, often acting out against the army's regulations and rules. He left the army soon after having a disagreement with one of his branch's commanders, taking the CORE with him.
Things only got worse from there. Alexander Farrow decided that his "pure vision" of the world, his "democracy", so to say, was not what the world was at the moment. His mind worked quickly, and he found a way to bring League of Legends to the real world. Dragons and monsters were released into the mortal realm, originating in a small town on the west coast called Darkwell. SOLAIRE, an organization designed to stop Alexander's wrath, confronted him. But the young "heroes" that wielded the powers of champions were not prepared to face Alexander. In what was called the Battle of Darkwell, he summoned the original Baron Nashor. The great beast decimated Darkwell and most of SOLAIRE's agents before going on a rampage across the states.
Well, you see, that's how we got here.
We think the year is 2117. The Imperial Army, headed by Xander Farrow, now rules over the world. Their base of operations is where we are now-- New York City. It's not what it used to be. Much of the city is still in ruins, but that's where the poor people live. The impoverished make up about eighty percent of the world's population, while Farrow's men relish in their wealth. There are many people who think there is no chance of redemption, no possibility of clawing their way out of this dystopian hell. Little do they know is that there are good people working in the shadows, people who want to make a difference in the world.
Yeah, the Resistance has only been around for a little less than three years. But we're just as good as top-tier Imperial soldiers, who brandish extreme strength and excel in battle because of their powers. We might seem like a group of hooligans that live in the sewers of the Lower City, but we're more than that, trust me. Hell, we might just be the only hope anybody's got.
