"Welcome to the Crisis. It's 2024, and all hell has broken loose, and it's rather dark here. My name is Van. Van C. Whiskey - and I'm your typical 19 year old. Except for the fact that my face and eyes glow, and I have an entire military after my tail. You see, there are those of us here living in the dark that have these same features, and the richer few don't exactly like that. We're what the Uppers call the 'Infectids'. We're the Lowers, and wer'e fighting to survive in this dark hell. So. What side are you on? You want to save us? Or do you want to kill us? Welcome to The Great Crisis."

"Welcome to the Crisis. It's 2024, and all hell has broken loose, and it's rather dark here. My name is Van. Van C. Whiskey - and I'm your typical 19 year old. Except for the fact that my face and eyes glow, and I have an entire military after my tail. You see, there are those of us here living in the dark that have these same features, and the richer few don't exactly like that. We're what the Uppers call the 'Infectids'. We're the Lowers, and wer'e fighting to survive in this dark hell. So. What side are you on? You want to save us? Or do you want to kill us? Welcome to The Great Crisis."