In the far future, among the endless chaos of the 42nd millennium, war has raged since the days of yore. In these grim and dour times, a battered collection of survivors flee from an ill-fated Imperial campaign, only to find themselves hauled from their reality to to crash upon the realm of Gensokyo. This stark realm will test oaths and faith as what it bears is alien. Peace.

Necron raider ship lands in Gensokyo for repairs.

I apologize to anyone who reads this. I was completely stoned when I wrote it, but I decided to leave it up anyway.

From beyond a veil unknown they came. To obtain, to kill, to purify, to consume, to harvest. And thus Gensokyo knew war.