Ned vs morbius

A love letter to the greatest peice of cinema of all time ❤ #Morbiussweep (This is a shitpost)

The current year is 2160,from the far future ,this world era has surpass it's generation technology that is so revolutionary helping people threw ages. This world has become a peace trinity. However with light like that in this world there is always a shadow following it there are those who will take anything through power creating war and corruption, this lead to prodigies who fights for the common good in their long awaited journeys may whatever they face zombies demons other survivors and god themselves they will never stop until they restore once balance

April 4, 2159. Far into the future, the world has made several technological advancements. Surely in this world, nothing can go wrong. The world has become safer, more powerful. Throughout history, the world had been purged of corruption, lead by a new generation of geniuses. Using their intelligence as a gift, not a privilege, for the good of mankind. "This just in. Chaos runs rampant at Phantom labs after mass explosion. Citizens are urged to stay calm." "Rest assured we will- Hey! Let go of me! No- NO!" A mass explosion in a highly esteemed laboratory kickstarts a mass apocalypse, leaving the world in ruins, a desolated, barren wasteland. "A good friend of mine can help you get out. Talented, Trustworthy, and Reliable." A young girl finds herself caught in the destruction. But she's more than meets the eye. And fighting alongside her, are some of the most extraordinary individuals out there. "Indeed it has been a while. However, we are no longer friends, only acquaintances." However, one's history may often stick with him a long time. The history of these individuals may affect the way they treat each other, shattering bonds made along the way, the alliances made. And there... the creatures of the apocalypse aren't the only things wanting to sink their teeth into the group. "Oh My Darling. You will rue the day you became who you are today." Many want them dead. A rival, someone from the past. They want their heads. Menaces lurking in the shadows, a detriment to their survival. Their undying rage has driven them to spill blood. This has become more than survival in the apocalypse. This has become a fight for their lives. Surviving against the undead means nothing when they get entangled in the mercy of the shadow's. This apocalypse is a war. A war for life. And who wins in the end is but a decision they can change, or allow to happen.