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2030
Subspace Tripmine sat on his throne in a palace located in the center of Blackrock. He looked over the faction, admiring it all. Everything, the entire faction and more were under his control. It was even more technologically advanced than before he had taken over. In Subspace’s eyes, he had improved everything he owned.
In the process, he had turned into partial smoke, and he wasn’t even sure if he was technically alive anymore. But he didn’t care. To him, it was a small price.
However, outside of the even more formatted Blackrock lay a now barren wasteland. A place filled with darkened skies and gray buildings, the only color being from the poisonous signature pink smoke of Subspace. There was little food to go around, and Zeta Biografts were everywhere, attacking everything in sight.
The only place to escape this fate so far was Playground. They had been fighting Blackrock and had put up a good battle. But they too were suffering. Every demon who had a chance to flee to Playground did so, resulting in overpopulation. The smoke was also starting to infest the walls of Playground, destroying it from the inside. And where was "The Crystal Criminal?" He would seem like the kind of demon to stand up to Blackrock...