[Look around. This is the world your world could be, if inhabited by moeblob warriors: somehow, the DR's turned from a happy town into a checkerboard and blasted landscape of improbable
ruined architecture and the remnants of destroyed
buildings and
structures. The skies are dark and cloudy, the atmosphere bleak and windy.
Maybe you're lost or frightened. Maybe you just got dark and angsty super powers for a laugh and are going to go live it up.
Or... maybe you're home. BRS herself can be seen staring out across the landscape from a clifftop, much like she would back in the DR proper, but back there her glare generally wouldn't be able to cut steel.]