Everything changed 50 years ago, the day Maria Robotnik was killed; but not all at once. The once-celebrated, yet controversial, Dr Gerald Robotnik was devistated by the loss of the one person he truly and unconditionally-loved at the hands of G.U.N. the Guardian Units of Nations. However, he did not merely wallow in his imprisonment… he plotted… he schemed… and he happened upon an idea unlike the simple global-destruction he had originally considered… and G.U.N. was the key.

  Gerald gave G.U.N. what they wanted. In exchange for new weapon-designs, system upgrades, and other technological advancements; he was allowed access to conduct his own research and development under the strictest monitoring G.U.N.’s intelligence and security could leverage. Unfortunately for the world of Mobius, they vastly underestimated the world’s most intelligent man.

  Ten years passed as he slowly and patiently cast his wicked web.

  From the moment G.U.N.-HQ initialized the new security programs Robotnik had created, the Great Calamity had begun. Every network around the globe connected in any way to G.U.N.’s systems began emitting a frequency well-outside the human detection range. This frequency however, wasn’t meant for humans, it bore into the psyche of the Mobian races. Their Ids, the beastly-instincts, were cranked into overdrive. Their hungers turned ravenous, some to the point of cannibalism; their lusts were found insatiable, all morals abandoned for carnal bliss; their angers became bloodlust, turned loose upon the weaker species that is Humanity.

  Quickly, the humans responded with guns and technology to defend themselves until the frequency was discovered and neutralized. Even after the cause was stopped, many didn’t stop their rampages; some too proud to surrender, some too damaged by the frequency to know what they were doing, some were borderline-insane to begin with, some for reasons still unknown to this day.

  Some semblance of themselves returning, Mobians the world-over beheld the horrors they had wrought. Their memories were untouched by the mind-altering events, leaving them the harrowing recollections of the unforgivable atrocities they had committed against strangers, neighbors, friends… even their own families. Even more was the permanent change to their brains: Higher-functions damaged, lower-functions at greater strength, even the most intelligent were barely as smart as an average high-schooler. Essentially, centuries-worth of micro-evolution was lost within mere days.

  Millions of lives lost and countless injuries beyond, billions upon billions in property damage, lost leadership, ravaged infrastructure… the world-economy crashed. Trade froze. The UN crumbled. Nobody trusted each other, and NOBODY trusted the Mobians anymore.

  The greatest victims in all of this became further victimized as humanity did what humans do best, lash out in anger. The world fell apart, and G.U.N.’s final mission, to eliminate Dr. Gerald Robotnik, was over as soon as it began. The Doctor had won, he wasn't even hiding. He was found in his lab chair, victoriously swirling a tumbler of scotch. A vile smirk was upon his face as he stood and downed the drink. “Just like me,” he chuckled, “you’re all like me now!” Gerald shattered the glass against the wall as his arms were thrown wide, welcoming the impending gunfire. “THE WHOLE WORLD! BROKEN LIKE ME!”

  Not even the automatic weapons of the entire execution-squad were enough to erase the echo of his diabolical cackling…

  In the decade following, the world rebuilt. It was a very different place now, especially for Mobians. A vast majority of them had been relocated to an area of mostly tropical coastlines and scenic hills, recognized by the new global-government, the United Government of Humanity, as a sanctuary city-state. U.G.o.H. assigned an overseer named Viktor Reece to maintain and guide the now mentally-handicapped Mobians.

  Over the next decade or so this city-state became a booming tourist location due to its beautiful geography, sunny shores, and thriving mix of cultures. During this time, future stars like actress Fiona Fox, diva Vanilla Rabbit, and spin-master Vector Crocodile, were born.

  Under the surface however, was a dark truth. Viktor was in total-control. He’d figured out and modified “the Robotnik Frequency” to induce compliance in the Mobian Races. The already-trodden people were essentially a glorified zoo for bankrolling his opulent lifestyle.

  Then, one fateful day, Viktor Reece was assassinated. The culprit was never found, yet his 22 year old son, Desmond “Ace” Reece, never seemed overly invested in the investigation turning up any answers. Ten years ago today, Ace assumed his father’s position. He asserted this, as well as employing under-the-table bribery, until U.G.o.H recognized him, granting the young man control of the territory. Thus equipped with his father’s power and riches, Ace began changing the area into his own personal playground.

  Before long the tourism changed entirely as the only real law, albeit an unwritten one, became “Obey Desmond Reece”. The booming city-state soon became a Den of Sin: drugs, sex, gambling, and so much more. Any dark desire you had was on the table, as long as you didn’t cross Ace. Every Mobian was in his employ in some form or another, and as far as they and the rest of the world knew, they liked it that way.

  Welcome, newcomer, to this fantasy-world of wicked revelry where your only limits are you wallet and your connections!

  Welcome to the wonderful City-State known as:

  [b:[i:The Mobius Strip ]]