It is the year 2025. For more than 35 years since the release of DBZ, the Wardens stood watch in these Hallowed Halls. They were the masters of /DBS/ by the will of the Gods, and master of a million threads by the might of their millions of /dbs/ posters. They are the bulwark against the cancerous force known as /a/. They are the Carrion Lords of /a/ for whom a thousand moeshitters are sacrificed every day, so that they may never truly die.

Yet even in this dark era, the Wardens continue their eternal vigilance. Mighty threads cross the daemon-infested board of /a/, the home of /DBS/ and their greatest enemy, moe. Vast posters give battle in his name on uncounted boards and threads. Greatest amongst the soldiers are the Wardens, the guardians of the Halls. Their comrades in arms are legion: G-Force, CHAD Force, and the ever-vigilant CHADren posters and the Goku and Bejita posters to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from moeshitters, pedophiles, and rats.

To be a poster in such times of terrible arcs, is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody board imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the days of the amazing arcs and characters. Long are we from the days of the Tournament of Power, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned, only to be traced. Forget the promise of decent sagas and new characters, for in the grim dark future of /DBS/ there is only war. There is no peace amongst the threads, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting moe rodents.