Hundreds of feet beneath layers of stone, soil, and ash lies a small box where thousands of years from now, after mankind has been conquered by their own maelstrom of ruination, the decaying Mother Earth will shed her wrinkled skin and the ungovernable threads of fate will bring whatever remains of humanity to the box, our generation's last dying breath, where we can only pray that what resides in that box is a copy of Dragon Ball: Revenge of King Piccolo.