"I can't really say that 'normal people' are used to seeing gods, dragons, and even murderous rabid TV's. But this isn't your world. It's mine. Kanos. You see, the two head hancho gods, Coba and Vulpin, destroyed your world. You were remembered to be the Metallic Age. And boy, did you guys leave a legacy. But this story isn't about you. You're all dead. It's thousands of years in the future, where I save the world from another tragic end." A young girl with silver hair tied back in a braid sighed, her neon yellow eyes stared into your very soul. She was sitting on a partially melted throne, it's gemstones glistened in the fire behind her. "I guess you can say that I'm..." "Taking Back Kanos."