Its the end of the worlds. The end of the universes. Entropy has taken its toll on the edges of the universes, allowing them to cross over. The first holes were very small; little pinpricks in the air, odd glowing specs at the edge of your vision, and glimpses of supposed "ghosts." Then a huge flood came, and all the binds broke.
It was chaos. Things that were never supposed to touch were flung into eachother. The antimatter universes caused massive destruction, as they simply exploded the second the more common matter universes touched them. Ours sat in the center of it all. Many died, and many more were relocated. The universes governments contacted eachother and quickly formed a sort of Multiversal rescue effort. Those who's universes were completely destroyed were moved to one of the least effected universe, an unnamed world of Minecraft. With just one rift, a very stable door, it made the perfect location. The volunteers quickly built a town and directed as many refugees as they could.
Well, quickly things fell apart. The refugee camp world--nicknamed New Haven--split into millions of pieces. It combined with our world, Saints Row, Steven King's Maine, and countless other places. The worlds governments did their best to patch things up, but now the city was just a crime-filled ghetto. A police force of mainly volunteers and former military men formed and cracked down hard. It helped with the non organized crime, but the city already had a huge gang made of villains. There's rumors of a coup in planning. New Haven is a matchbox waiting to explode.
New Haven