Toon Town used to be a bright and happy place for all toons alike. The weather was almost always sunny and even when is rained it only lasted a short amount of time. It was a safe place for everyone, no worries about dangers, or if you're going to make it home alive. But that day, the virus broke out in ToonTown, turning anyone into broken, twisted versions of themselves. It spread like the plague, infecting anyone who was bitten by whom was struck by it before them. Soon almost no one made it alive, and it was assumed that no one had made I past the terrible fate that took over their beloved town. Except for us. The last who fight through the crowds of creatures of dead souls. Fighting for their lives and uniting with others to build back up what was broken down. We will make it. We will find the cure. We will.