A time for thanks, and a time for giving. Autumn leaves float and crumble, as weather turns a bit colder. Dark tidings lift as a new sunrise comes about. A golden glow surrounds all, tidings of hope upon the march. Graydon Creed and Robert Kelly, neck and neck and a hop from the White House. All hope and fate lie upon Kelly’s shoulders, as Mutants stay strong for their first chance. A chance at equality for all. Dark motivations pervade the campaign, moving ever closer to fruition. There will be freedom, paid in blood. The blood of an innocent never shall spill, for only the guilty shall pay.

Political races heat up, as the Techno Organic virus sweeps through the world. Infecting more and more as time moves on. A glimmer of hope on the horizon flickers brightly. More fall to the illness, all across the nation. Brotherhood, Acolyte, X-Man…none can withstand the virus might.

Disposed from a nation, the Acolytes have fallen hard. Fallen from grace. Living like scavengers amongst the sewers, new plans are formed as alliances are tested. A race of ancient mutants is the key to power. A return to glory and the fruition of a dream long forgotten. The only problem…the mutants won’t play ball. Acolytes vs Inhumans at last!

As new members make themselves at home and the search for Stryfe and the MLF heats up, a shadowy figure stalks the New X-Men. The New Mutants suffer through Thanksgiving mutant style! A traditional Guthrie style Thanksgiving is anything but pleasant! A glimmer of the past arrives in New York, turning heads and causing questions to arise. Dare they hope to dream for such a return? Turkey and stuffing for all, a helping of the child inside is optional.

The year end marches ever closer, one ending as another begins. The future is poised upon the precipice of change, for good or evil only one can know. A line is crossed, a sacrifice made. The end is nigh and whispers carry upon heavy winds of a foe so deadly, none will survive. Are you ready for the onslaught?