More people in this galaxy have grown since Dreadzone. Little Verne, the boy that always wanted to be a hero, will have a part in this story as well. But to explain it, we must go back to Dreadzone.
19 years in the past… Dreadzone….
Ratchet thought he saved everyone, even Vox's kitty-thing. But by mistake of course, he left little Verne behind. You see, Verne had found a mini rocket, and was quite interested with it. He'd climbed inside and pretended to be Ratchet, his hero. Then came the explosion.
The mere force of the blow sent his little rocket into space, but Verne fortunately was not harmed. Amazed by the blasted, he lead the rocket back to the ruins of Dreadzone.
Verne got out of his rocket and looked around. He'd never seen so much flame. He slowly trudged on until something hard hit his face. "Oww!"
Verne looked at the metal that had hit his face. It was a metal arm. Verne knew this belonged to the powerful Vox, and, being a super hero wannabe, he stuck it on his arm.
The metal arm went up to his elbow, but after leaving it on for a moment, the metal grew and extended up his arm. Verne looked at it in confusion, but decided it was simply a cool power.
The metal weaved its way up his shoulder and onto part of his chest, and onto his face. It covered that half that the arm was on. The metal over his eye turned to glass, and his eye turned into a red laser like thing. Now the arm extended needle like add ons and sunk them into his flesh. He screamed in pain, and his mind went black.
When he awoke, he felt dark, evil and corrupt. The darkness in Vox had been contained in that arm, and its new victim was, poor, innocent, little Verne.
Nineteen years later… present times…
Verne is twenty four, and every since that fateful day, he's locked himself up in the ruins of Dreadzone, evolving a plan. And he's finally got one.
