In the beginning, there was tragedy.
Tragedy, of course, was the enemy of all that was good, kind, and cheerful. It manifested itself in several ways: Newts, McDonalds, people with more bosom than brain, homophobes, and the Illinois public schooling system.
Tragedy, of course, was the enemy of all that was good, kind, and cheerful. It manifested itself in several ways: Newts, McDonalds, people with more bosom than brain, homophobes, and the Illinois public schooling system.
The gray, tragic world plodded along drearily, with all the droning tedium of an accountant at a sock-counting festival. All was sad. All was boring. All was, in a word, tragic.
However, if there is one thing that can be said about unfortunate circumstances, it is that it tempers the spirits of those with the potential to rock. Misfits in the boring, stereotyped world, they trudged along sadly, never quite fitting in, until.... One of them uncovered the Sacred Syllables: Two of them, always to be said one after another, they were the true keys to happiness, kittens, and lulz. Puzzled by their mystical nature, he muttered them under his breath:
"..... Rofls."
"..... Rofls."
A piercing ray of awesome lit up the sky, and those who would some day rock saw it, gleaming like a ray of hope in the gray and tragic environment.
With the help of a crumpled five-dollar bill found on the floor of the laundry room, two Gaia monthly collectables were purchased, and promptly sold: Now armed with enough money to start a guild, the Army of Rofls began building their troops.
Beware, lulzkillers. Beware, pink glitter unicorns and wannabe gloom cookies alike. In fact, anyone who takes oneself more seriously than they ought to should just beware in general, because they are just begging to be pwned.
Bob the Tronimator
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