In the world of Agrime, there were the agrimites. Everyone was content there. There were no conflicts, no disagreements, no wars… and no opinions. Agrimites all looked different, but you could tell an agrimite by the colored visor worn over their eyes. Agrimites lived in groups, but love was a foreign concept. It was survival of the fittest. Any who stepped out of line disappeared and were never heard from again... Until now.