Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-34097798-20181106195347/@comment-5645428-20181106223507

Earliest memory is a white wasteland which a pizza monster thought it ruled despite there being other sentient dwellers which were both better adapted and more intuitive. I fed the pizza monster meat but it kept insisting on pineapple, which I refused to give it since that is just not okay. The pizza monster raged and tried to banish me from the white wasteland to a grey wasteland which was even more barren, but the gods willed otherwise, and the pizza monster’s presumed authority which it overestimated then dissolved into nothing, its reputation of being the most fearsome of the dwellers now exposed as a lie. The monster fled far away and was never seen or heard from again. The gods then found a dweller of great courage and integrity, a skilled tennis player from Canada, or at least that was his guise to confuse the pizza monster and other usurpers. Ye Old Tennis would recruit me as his personal ball boy, and together we would go on to build a democratic republic beloved by many.