Musutafu, 3:30 P.M. September 26th, 2017...

You were there on that day. That day of terror, that day where something memorable would occur in your head, yet you wanted to forget it eternally. You didn't wake up to a blue sky, or a green grass. The city wasn't as flourished and lively as it was years beforehand. The sky was a dangerous scarlet, the grass was practically burnt, the cityscape was lit aflame before your eyes.

The Pro Heroes were tired of having their own people trying to shut them down, or at least restrict them of more freedom. After all, they were heroes. Their very purpose was to protect, to influence, to be of service. They fought villains for them, balanced buildings for them, they even stopped for photos and autographs for them in and out the convention borders.

Now, it's an everyday thing for you to see a civilian get wrecked by a Pro-Hero, or a group of Pro Heroes. On your left, Kamui Woods was already beating down two civilians in one brawl session. On your right, Midnight was there letting her sadism get the best of her, resulting in the civilian getting harmed so badly they needed surgery. But, who could you blame? The civilians were the ones trying to go against their sworn protectors. If they didn't care about heroes, why should the heroes care about them?

What do you do?

~ Explore around this wasteland. ~ Don't try taming them. It's futile. ~ Gather some resources. You'll need them.