In the age of Cats,
The world was unformed, shrouded by fog,
A land of long arguments, freeform, and everlasting faggots.
But then 3J returned for a few seconds.
With 3J came disparity. Flame wars and chill shit, life and banishment, and, of course, light and dark.
Then, from the dark they came,
And found the souls of Mods within the flame.
Sethaniel, the Mod that is dead,
The Witch of Farren and his children of whininess.
Berka, the Lord of Hammers, and his faithful kitten-smashers
And the furtive, bitter assholes that were never promoted and made up the rest of the userbase.
And with the strength of Mods, they challenged the faggots.
Berka's mighty hammer crushed and bent their cat bones,
The bitches weaved great shitstorms,
Sethaniel unleashed a miasma of salt and then silence,
And Derpbacon the wolflike betrayed his own, and the Warrior Cats were no more.
Thus began the age of Flames
But soon, the flames will fade and only darkness will remain.
Even now, there are only embers and the users see not flames but endless dormancy.
And amongst the living, there are still a lot of stupid faggots talking out of their asses all the time.
