Zanthoo was a serene and untouched planet until that fateful day in early spring when the aliens known as the Grobuts discovered the lush world.

Upon landing on the fertile soil, Dark Hat, the Grobuts leader, proclaimed,

“This is a magnificent planet to make robots.”

So, they leveled the place. The trees, flowers, rodents, pretty much everything became pavement. They constructed huge factories to build robots, massive power plants to juice them up, but over time, they stripped the planet bare.

“This is a terrible planet to make robots,” Dark Hat now proclaimed, “let’s dump our garbage and go.”

With that, the Grobut ships unloaded a mountain of trash, a couple of unwanted pets, and a stowaway named Bruce, and were off to suck another planet dry.

Zanthoo was now a wasteland of abandoned robots wandering the sea of garbage, looking for anything to keep themselves powered and repaired.

Data mutations took hold as power became sparse. The bots in the North became zombies, hunting for memory storage units to eat. The bots in the South, who had lived too close to the power plants, were now ‘nuke’ junkies and the rest of the planet was just trying to survive until their batteries ran out.

There was one particular set of robots that decided they would not just sit and wait to power down. They were going to fix this.

So, they forged a mission to find the central core. If they could restart the mainframe, they could reconnect the planet’s network and restore the pure data to every robot that lived on Zanthoo.

It wouldn’t be easy escaping the zombies, the power freaks, the massive garbage-eaters, and whatever else roamed the wastelands, but they had to at least try.

So, with the fate of the planet hanging in the balance and sure destruction at every turn, the rag-tag team unified themselves under the flag of the ‘Dead Bot Nation’, and off they went.