The darkness is ever waiting outside. No matter how far the Light reaches, no matter which champions empower themselves for its defense, the world will always fall to darkness, depravity, evil for the sake of evil. It only takes time. But sometimes. . . Sometimes evil doesn’t quite work out in the short term. You stumble together, back to back in a rough circle, your Queen a burning cold presence at your backs, your hands raised high to contribute what you can to the collaborative shield spell. Curses are snarled out, and weapons are readied as the building of the grand hall you’d sought refuge in is evaporated in a spray of white light. The shield opaques to spare your eyes, and when it resumes transparency you’re surrounded. There were supposed to be nine of them, but you counted more than that. Magic swords were raised, and spells were muttered under ragged breaths as a group of them dropped your shield, but before you could move, before you could even move an inch, a ring of magic flared around you. “Death take us all!” Your Queen screamed, and you knew no more. When you awake, you remember a life as a mundane human. Well, you remember living as a relatively mundane human. No ordinary person has what it takes to be a Dark General. You stand in a line facing your Queen in the dark cavern that she’d hollowed out beneath the crowded business district of Detroit, the bustling metropolis of steel and innovation. She. . . lounges, or perhaps she sulks royally on a simple throne of wrought iron, and you can see the seams in the floor where she pulled the still-molten metal from the ground with force of will. Your Queen rules for a reason. Clad in shadows, obscuring all but her crimson eyes, she stares down at you. “There will be no underestimation this time.” She says calmly. “There will be no mistakes. Before I awakened you all I formed a list of targets myself, and I expect them to be either dealt with, or for significant progress to have been made by the next time I call you to me, in one week.” Next Sunday. Today is Sunday too. “Find and eliminate the planet’s Senshi Find the greatest monument this modern man has created to its ego, and crush it.” With each demand, the cavern creaks in tandem with the twisted mess of iron that had been her chair’s armrest. “Get me energy enough to return us to our full power, and get it from the pious, the righteous. Destabilize the pacts that hold the supernatural powers off of each others’ throats. “Hubnerite, Monzonite, Azurite, Ruby, Aurichalcite. Do not fail me.” The cavern twists and pulls away, and as the feeling of your Queen’s presence fades so does her cavern, leaving the five of you in the middle of an urban park’s small stand of trees. You look around at each other. What do you do? Just a friendly reminder that attempting to god mode will get some major bad mojo dropped on you. Have fun, and remember that dibs isn’t god moding!