Once upon a time at the foot of a great mountain
There was a town where the people known as Bantfolk lived
Their very existence a mystery to the rest of the world
Obscured as it was by great clouds
Here they played out their peaceful lives
Innocent of the litany of excess and violence
That was growing in the world below
To live in harmony with
The spirit of the mountain called Desu was enough
Then one day Strangefolk arrived in the town
They came in camouflaged
Hidden behind dark glasses and no one noticed them
They only saw shadows
You see without the truth of the eyes
The Bantfolk were blind
Falling out of aeroplanes and hiding out in holes
Waiting for the sunset to come people going home
Jump out from behind them and shoot them in the head
Now everybody dancing
The dance of the dead
In time Strangefolk found their way
Into the higher reaches of the mountain
And it was there that they found the caves
Of unimaginable sincerity and beauty
By chance they stumbled upon
The place where all good anons come to rest
The Strangefolk they coveted
The jewels in these caves above all things
And soon they began to mine the mountain
It's rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world
Meanwhile down in the town
The Happyfolk slept restlessly their dreams Invaded by shadowy figures
Digging away at their souls
Every day people would wake and stare at the Desu mountain
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the Strangefolk mined deeper and deeper into the mountain
Holes began to appear
Bringing with them a cold and bitter wind
That chilled the very soul of the Anons
For the first time the Bantfolk felt fearful for
They knew that soon the Desu would stir from it's deep sleep
Then there came a sound
Distant first it grew into castrophany
So immense that it could be heard far away in space
There were no screams there was no time
The mountain called Desu had spoken
There was only fire
And then nothing