The ranks of The Faction spill into the streets of post-apocalyptic Earth. One would expect all Guardians be united in the common goal of ridding the world of evil? Think again. The Faction's constituents are some of the toughest mother-blam!-ers this side of the Galaxy: vagabonds, seasoned military sociopaths and Wal-Mart customer service employees. The likes of which EA & Dice have forced into the world of Destiny. Boundaries will be crossed; lines will be drawn. An ungodly firestorm of pre-pubescent rage will be unleashed into the minds of young adolescents. This world will be ours. You have been warned.