Dollhouse: Why did the World Go to Hell?

The world has gone to hell. Simple as that. Rossum Corporation’s robocalls have gone viral through phone lines so that anyone who answered is essentially a DOLL. But worse. More than just being mindless, empty shells, civilians have simply gone off the deep end, running around like bloodthirsty killing machines thriving on chaos and destruction. And it sucks.

The Original me is in Tokyo. I think. But wait. I gotta back up. Who am I exactly? I’m Ivy. Or Ivy Two or Three or Five Hundred. The Original me put out a call kind of like Rossum's robocalls, imprinting as many able, unzombified bodies as I could. It’s impossible to know how many “me’s” are out there, and it doesn’t really matter. What’s relevant is that I—this Ivy—has survived, and I'm with Alpha. We’re building an army. An army of Ivies and whomever else we can recruit, which doesn’t make for a lot of action-packed . . . action. But I’m smart as hell and I can get inside this tech. We’re gonna need help. More survivors. More of me. Fighters. And Echo, the one person that poses a real threat to the Rossum agenda.

So what are we gonna do? What’s the solution when a superpowerful corporation has housed itself in the heads of millions and millions of people? And the whole freakin' world is a fiery, apocalyptic mess?

Fight and win. Or something.