Admittedly, this was once a beautiful place. Lush foliage was in abundance, even in the winter time. This all changed with the turn of a season when the radiation spread across the land, killing off every human here not with a bang, but with a whimper. Even years on, their skeletons still sleep amongst the living. It is said their screams echo in the wind, and it is they, in their own bitter revenge, that have tainted the grass, for although it is plentiful, it is scarcely edible. The royal darks reside here, servants to the king Chemical Romance and, to be decided, his bloody bride.