War… war never changes…
In the year 1885 a chunk of land was torn from japan. It was never to heard of again. this place was dubbed "Gensokyo" or land of Fantasy. the inhabitants were mostly youkai and humans, sent to deal with the demons. In time the humans and youkai became tolerant of each other. The border was almost perfect allowing only an occasional human or two through. It was unaffected by the radiation that came when the bombs fell in 2077. it is a forgotten place, for everyone who knew of it died that day. The law of Gensokyo is simple: fight or die. Winner takes all. Because war... war never changes...
A year has past since the defeat of Caesar's Legion and House's downfall. You've been at Big MT since then experimenting and inventing. Your most recent project has taken an unexpected turn for the worst. You been called the "Lone Wanderer" and the "Courier" but here you will be called the "Outsider".
A/N: This story is a BIG Project for me and I will never abandon it. this is also my first fan fiction!