act 1:
tis was a bright and beautiful day.
mankind doth enjoyed the richness of the sun
and the golden age of it's divine master;
the webcomic book god.
this was a kind and generous yet sometimes
fat and emotionally dependant god
who lived in it's mother's basement.
nonetheless, it was greatly loved and therefore,
to return that love; created an Eden for it's
followers (many formed in it's image.)
and all you had to do to join this prosperous Eden,
was read comics, make comics and log on to
www.drunkduck.com. it was pretty rad.
now like all great n good deities, this comic god
enforced a herald to thunder it's messages to
the people. the herald flew like lightning on the
ethers and alerted all across the land of the
comic god's will. this sublime and good herald was
the Private Quack Pop-Up Window.
upon entering great and holy Eden,
the great messanger would always find youand
be SURE that you had these important messages;
whether they were from the comic god or whoever
the hell else felt like gettin a hold of ya.
surely, this brave new world could not function without
this humble being. and many came to believe it could
always be there, and be counted on.
but lo……this aint the case. one day this true herald
dissapeared……
to be continued in act 2.

Such an epic epic!

thank you!