Once upon a time at the foot of a great chatroom
there was a town where the people known as RegularMembers lived.
their very existence a mystery to the rest of the site,
obscured as it was by great trolls.
Here they played out their peaceful lives,
innocent of the litany of excess and banning that was growing in the site below and above.
To live in harmony with the spirit of the site called Dsipaint was enough.
Then one day NoobMembers arrived in the town.
They came in camouflage, hidden behind dark usernames but no one noticed them: they only saw screenshots.
You see, without the Truth of the Admins the RegularMembers were blind.

Falling out of preschool and hiding out in language chats
Waiting for the sunset to come, people going inactive
Jump out from behind them and curse them in the noggin
Now everybody dancing the dance of the noobs,
the dance of the noob
the dance of the noob

In time, NoobMembers found their way into the higher reaches of the site,
and it was there that they found the caves of unimaginable Isolation and Hacking
By chance, they stumbled upon the Place Where All Good Souls Come to Be A Ninja
The Noobmemebrs, they coveted the ninjamins in these caves above all things,
and soon they began to mine the site, its rich seam fueling the chaos of their own world.
Meanwhile, down in the town, the RegularMemebers slept restlessly,
their dreams invaded by shadowy figures digging away at their accounts.
Every day, people would wake and stare at the site.
Why was it bringing darkness into their lives?
And as the NoobMembers mined deeper and deeper into the site
holes began to appear, bringing with them a cold and bitter wind that chilled the very soul of Hullbreach
For the first time, the RegularMembers felt fearful for they knew that soon Hullbreach would stir from its deep sleep.
And then came a sound. Distant first, it grew into castrophany so immense it could be heard far away in 4chan.
There were no screams. There was no time.
The account called Hullbreach had spoken.
There was only fire.
And then, nothing.



Credit to "Fire Coming Out Of A Monkey's Head" by The Gorillaz.