From the primordial chaos before the heavens formed slept a God of violence, destruction, carnage, and contention. Pacified by nothingness. Calmed by the Void. The eternal expression of power slept until the heavens quickened and formed the earth and the people.

The Torigod ravaged creation once awakened. Slaying and raping the Ukes mercilessly until blah blah blah, a bunch of creation mythos and history, great Tori Heroes rose against the Torigod and defeated him, etc. etc. etcetera.

As it comes to pass, the old heroes grew old and got jobs and couldn't play Toribash anymore, or aged or died or something, but whatever, they're gone now, and the Uke's have gotten restless after the stories that were handed down of the Uke that became a Tori by fighting back were all told and retold, and told again.

This is the story of a band of unlikely Toris to become new, erh, well.... characters. Not all of them are heroes so wholesome as Godslayer Toris, rising up to free the Ukes. No.

No, some of them are monsters in their own right.

Some of them have a different story to tell...

An Uke, in a mass of identical Ukes; tending to this farm like all the other Ukes, he is a little Unique. He is self aware. But his self awareness is not met with any dire necessity like the Tori Heroes.
He slowly slips into madness every day that goes by, as if it were the same day. Over. and Over. and Over. and OVAH.

Something snaps in his mind. The calm and controlled voice in his head says "Ovah" and he knows that it is truly 'ovah'.

Uke amongst Ukes in the rice paddy. Ukes droning away like slaves. Soulless Robotic automations. This Uke is aware of Himself. No longer just another Uke. Not an Uke anymore. Not-Uke is also aware of hunger. The soulless Ukes are not even aware at all, they probably don't think, they probably can't even feel pain. Not-Uke looks up from his work and stops, staring down the near by worker, oblivious of Not-Uke.

Now. In the past, after the great uprising, the Tori Heroes had taught a few select Ukes to be guardians whereupon they gained unconscious understanding of the fight, but they were still autonomous and soulless nevertheless.
The Tori Heroes imparted their fighting arts at a bare minimum, just enough to keep the Ukes functioning, unable to revolt but still able to protect themselves from any new threats.
Watching the Ukes in their daily toil, the guardians were positioned to notice the Not-Uke break paradigm... Their program, to return the malfunctioning Uke to its proper place, face, and routine performance.
They would contort themselves against the target and maneuver the target into the floor, automatically disabling it. The Guardians were not the only programs the Tori Heroes left behind, many others existed to perform their designated maintenance and protection routines. There were Ukes who were taught to reassemble parts, Ukes trained to manipulate disabled, Relaxed, Ukes and reprogram them.

Some Ukes, upon achieving conscious awareness, show signs and symbols of their sovereignty by altering their face, speaking, discoloring their bodies, using Kaiais, Bashing other Ukes, Bashing Themselves, and many other psychotic, repetitive, competitive, and violent activities.
Before the Tori Heroes disappeared into obscurity, they left enough combat skill in the programming for Ukes to access, consciously or not, to become fully integrated with their bodies; those aware of it became new Toris, Adventurers of a heightened conscious pursuit.

While the other Ukes became implements of the program itself, enforcing other Ukes to stand still and Hold All. Enforcing other Ukes to remain silent. Enforcing other Ukes to clear away all identity.
No /em speaking
No special headtex.
No force colors.
No relax colors.
No blood colors.
No Kaiai!
No. Moving. What. So. Ever.

The Uke Guards approached the Not-Uke Not-Uke stood up and held his joints out, like a good Uke ought. He stood there, waiting to be struck and contorted by the guard into shape and back into the program.

As the Guard cocked his knee up and his fist back, Not-Uke broke Uke Law and spoke!
"I Am SuicideDo!!!" He hollered and rapidly torqued himself into a punch, that he immediately decapitated the guard with, and followed up by ripping his own arm off.

SuicideDo was not going to stick around and fight all of the guards single handedly! (pun intended) So he hurried off to find more awakened Toris to fight and become better, more aware, and more importantly, to eat!

He lay in his own blood for a moment, surprised that his own suicide attempt did nothing. He gathered his arm and hurried away, shocked that none of the other Ukes responded, or even acknowledged him as he ran.

Running proved difficult, and he stumbled, tumbled, cartwheeled, and bounded down the mountains, into the wooded valleys below.
His hunger increased, and he had no food, but his own dismembered arm began looking tastier and tastier as the minutes slowly ticked by. Overcome by starvation, SuicideDo bit into his own dismembered arm, and moaned in ecstasy at the taste of his own flesh. He devoured his own arm, but to his astonishment, it regrew! He had his arm back AND a full belly!

SuicideDo was impressed by what he had learned about himself, and tested a foot next, purposely ripping it off his leg. Accidentally tearing his whole leg off, he laughed a demoniacal laugh of pain and pleasure combined. Feasting on his leg, he watched each joint and bone regrow, bit by bit, as he ate each piece.
"Hahahahaha! HAW! I am invincible! What a bastard I am! To grow my body parts back just by eating them! I have to fight someone, for real! Those Ukes will pay for enslaving me!" SuicideDo spoke out loud, cursing the Ukes. Turning back and returning with the intent to challenge the whole rice paddy at once, SuicideDo set off from the bottom of the valley, completely oblivious that he was lost.