In 2178, the hundred-year cold war between the East and the West had finally drawn to its logical conclusion: an all-out conflagration, the Pan-Geo War proper, a necessary war.  All it took was three gruelingly harsh years to break two centuries of near total technological and cultural stagnation.  The propaganda and vitriol aimed from both sides was exceedingly thick with neither the Pan-American Sphere nor the Geo-Asian Combine conceding an inch.  Then, like a match quietly smothered, it stopped.  At first, no one outside of the two warring authorities knew exactly why the hostilities ceased except that somehow, miraculously, they had—and the whole of the world could finally rejoice and breathe a long overdue sigh of relief. 

Not long after, the rest of the world caught onto the ‘why?’

When the first publicized sightings came, they were like fictitious tales, whisperings of modern-day horrors and mythic beasts not unlike the old stories of Loch Ness or sasquatch that had at one time existed on the old world.net before it was taken down; the government sanctioned news and partisan figureheads were quick to assuage the spread of mass psychosis and collective hysteria brought on by uncredible sources.  Still, the accounts of ‘the other’ came, first as rumors and hearsay of inhuman oddities then as a full-on incursion from God only knows where.  What eventually became known as ‘Ghosts’, were exactly that: apparitions that dwelt along the fringes of the public’s awareness, the imaginings of Wes Craven, George Romero or Mary Shelley loosed and gone awry, but not long after when those innocuous stories had become commonplace and gone largely ignored, the whole of the ghost phenomena changed becoming all too real.

2:38 PM PT, January 5th, 2181.

One-hundred ninety-seven thousand, two-hundred and eighty-three were lost. 

Two-hundred thousand bustling lives made inert in an instance, cremated as if by sheer happenstance while the world looked on aghast.  What until then were regarded merely as ghosts and figments quickly crossed the divide into the tangible and malfeasant.  Some would ask, if the world authorities had already known these things existed, “why then did so many have to die in a show of force before they would act?”

Where was the humanity in their willful inaction?

That is why the world needs a strong front like Bairon-Midley to bridge the gaps between the Pan-American Sphere and the Geo-Asian Combine, to stare the inhuman and inhumane head-on and break the tide in the War for Our World.  War—that is what we are doing here, and while we are no admirers of war, we‘ll certainly stand and stake our ground for every last strand of our human existence, while the enemy—the Other—draws it evermore taut, hoping that someday we’ll fray. 

We don’t know exactly where these things we so misguidedly call Ghosts came from, but while the name may have stuck, we sure as hell aren’t content to see these monstrosities hang around.