The world burnt, it burnt to ashes, the sky turned black and the air was choked, the earth overun in flames. The ancient cities of man crumbled, the forests and the beasts died, the oceans boiled and hell descended; that was how things were meant to end. And where was humanity when this happened? Where were the keepers of earth? Once again humanity chose to do what it did best. When you cannot not fight, when you cannot not run; you hide and you wait and one way or another you survive.    They built a new city, like none that had been before, a city that existed in absolute silence; well almost. A gentle hum surfused it all, rising in defiance of the quiet, the last embers of life amid the cold streets of machinery. There they were: the last remnants of humanity, an endless stream of ones and zeroes sequestered in their iron highrises, in endless databanks and supercomputers raging in the ashes of the earth. A digitsed humanity living within a binary world. A world filled with impossible things pulled from the forgotten legends of humanity, monsters and dragons, and treasure, love and war , and of course heroes: Super heroes, to defend the day and drive off the night, symbols of hope and peace and survival.    But where there are heroes there must be villains.    And then the only question left is who?