It is Midnight on the US East Coast: The Witching Hour. The West slides past twilight and our members in Europe settle into bed under cover of the eerie new moon darkness in early morn ... Gather thee round Kossacks, dim the lights, and hear a true Dark Tale from the DarkSyde of zombies and bloodwarriors. Wanna hear something really scary?
There is a ghastly war raging. The legions number in the billions, each recruit is an automated serial killing robot, every one of them set permanently on search and destroy. The meanest of these combatants, a miniature cross between a mobile WMD factory and an agile version of The Blob, charges headlong into battle at the first sign of invasion, launching nanoprobes followed by living machines; pseudopodia greedily foraging for the first taste of their target. Friendly forces surround and eat the enemy's twitching remains. There is no quarter given, no mercy shown. The soldiers on every side are utterly dedicated, single-minded; failure means death: They're fighting for the very right to exist. And if our troops do lose, it's Night of the Living Dead for you and I.