On one of the parallel versions of Earth, things took a turn for the worse on a Monday morning of 1982. The skies opened and huge hoverships cast their shadows over the biggest cities of North America. The  "human component," as Necropoliticians called it, was extracted into huge containers, literally sucking it out of living and screaming bodies. Raiding parties then dropped to the surface to search for any survivors.

This was part of a treaty signed by the President of Euroasia and Lord Hellfax of Necroplane. The new alliance with the alien race was intended to be a decisive move in the war that lasted for over a decade, neither Euroasia nor Panamerica being able to deal the final blow. But none of the officials had expected this outcome of the treaty. Earth's doom was sealed as Necroplane replenished its energy resources and attacked Euroasia as well.

Ken Meyers was finishing his nightshift as a security guard at Oakland Cemetery in Atlanta. He loved that job for he loved gazing at the stars, imagining how would it be to travel in space. An avid sci-fi fan, Ken spent most of his 18 years getting ready for an alien invasion that had to come one day When the beams tore the clouds, unlike most of his fellow citizens, Ken was ready. He dove into one of the freshly dug graves and covered himself with a heavy lead cover. He stay there until a terrible silence fell, none of the unusual sounds of  the city waking up for another busy week this Monday.

The barren land pulsed and heaved, the ground still crying from the abuse. When Ken crawled out of hiding, he knew he wasn't unscathed. His body ached, a terrible swelling came over him, and to his horror, he realized that his body started warping, his teenage frame elongating into 9 feet and powerful muscles bulging under what remained of his outfit. He let a cry of fury out when he realized that he had absorbed some of the life energy harvested by the hoverships. His insane howls drew the attention of a raiding party. The necro-constructs  found the hulk unconscious and under their master's command carried him through the quantum hole to the Necroplane's infamous prison, the Hellrock.

Lord Hellfax studied this particular man for many months, for this was the first case of anybody surviving exposure to the necrorays. For Ken it seemed like an eternity of torture, his body pinched, cut, burnt more times that he could count. Yet the Lord didn't realize that with each blow Meyers became more powerful, his strong will growing like a storm, until the chalice of his fury and hatred was full. He was just waiting for the right moment.

And then it came.  Something weird happened one day, the guards began running like crazy.  It was so  special that even Lord Hellfax broke his sadistic routine and walked over to the window to see what was happening.

Ken tore the chains from the walls with one powerful pull that surprised even him and slung them around the neck of amazed Hellfax, snapping the head off. By the time the body hit the floor, Ken long gone, breaking a hole in the wall and plummeting a hundred feet to the ground. Yet he didn't die, he ran on insanity, on hatred, with no goal, no escape plan.

Chased by legions of necro-constructs, the man soon to be known as Six Feet Under ran through the barren landscape of Necroplane until he was so tired he collapsed to his knees. Soon he was surrounded by the minions of the dead who gathered like vultures around a dying proud lion. One of the Soul Golems lifted his powerful body with ease and the balefire in his cyclopean eye rose to burn the infidel who slew Lord Hellfax.

Then the cavalry arrived. From the Blood Rose's portal came the entire Blood Watch, V.H. leading the charge and severing the heads of the dead while Sgt. Bale and Red Riding Hoodoo blasted the living corpses with their arcane tricks. Soon it was over and the team carried the hulk through the portal back to the safety of their HQ.

Ken Meyers died that night, and Six Feet Under was born. The only way to keep his fury and  hatred from slaughtering anything near him was to channel it into slaying as many evil Necroplane beings as possible. And possibly save this Earth from what has happened to Ken's home.

Six Feet Under never steps back. His traumatic experience in Hellrock prison stripped the remnants of his sanity.  Caring only for his teammates, Six Feet Under swings his huge shovel and rams into his enemies, no finesse, just brute strength. With nothing to lose, the hulking giant is capable of withstanding not only powerful blows but also the dark arts of magic and mindcontrol. Like rest of the Blood Watch, Six Feet Under is an expert in slaying the dead and the supernatural.  But unlike some of his friends, he takes great pleasure in it.