Ernest Fairpup completed his first objective in ridden all life on earth: Megadeth. On Dec 31st, 1999 he succeeded in started World War III.

The Nukes dropped.

Megadeath.

A third of the world's population was wiped out; another third followed from the nuclear winter, fallout, and starvation. The remaining living onez huddled to life in an apocalyptic wasteland. The only drawback for Evil? He also nuked himself into oblivion.

Or so it seemed.

Fast forward twenty years, civilized society is trashed but crawling along, the dead still roam but they've become less likely to attack. Life went on, but then, unbeknownst to the living, the undead Destroyer returned, quietly and began to roam. Ernie had been giving a second chance, but something was different this time. He had no recollection of what had happened, who he was or what he was supposed to be doing. His Arcane energy still coursed through his veins, the dead still felt his presence - but everything seemed wrong. How would he get back on track? Would he finish the job or perhaps find his place in the world he'd wrecked?

Only time would tell.

(This is a prologue for something happening in 2020, stay tuned.)