The universe ( or rather the multiverse ) was split into two halves, one that was visible as the white of the moon, and the other, just a blank void like the dark side of the moon. Potato (now known as Potacalypto) was stuck on the wrong side of heaven, trying to make it to the right side of hell. His journey was a bit too difficult to carry on. There was a resistance present, trying to halt the scourge of destruction, the survivors had shortlisted four humans to fight the mighty vegetable.
They were called the Magnificent Misfits because all they cared about was destruction but in a peaceful way. There were four death bells hanging around, each riding their steeds with utmost stupidity and foolishness, these four were masters of their respective domains.
One, who was the master of war, kept on planning the tactics to decimate the opposition with puns and quips. Two was the master of conquest, all that she planned was to rule the destroyed ashes and the dark souls of tormented organisms. Three and Four, well they were the Death Duo, where Three acted like a full lunatic trying to give Death a comical relief, Four was the complete opposite, the silent, one-liner blabbering workhorse.
The survivors had no choice, but to trust these four characters with their lives, and hope that they finish the job that was entrusted to them. The mission, should they choose not to reject it, will require all four of them to work in unison and bring back the sense to Potacalypto, who thanks to the mysterious powers of the dark void, had turned into the lord of Famine, depriving everyone of the will to live, making everyone hollow, without a purpose and direction.
The few who are resisting this deprivation, are the ones putting their faith into the hands of the Magnificient Misfits and trying to build a new world. The riders are on their way, planning for the actions in the future. Will there be a massive war, turning the multiverses into the barren wastelands of desolation, or will it be all fun and games and no cries?