From the very bowels of Hell it spilled forth, dripping with ichor and rancid flesh it beckoned to the living. "BEHOLD," It rasped, it's horrid teeth chattering like a thousand knives carved in ancient bone, "AND FEAR, YE MORTAL FILTH. I HAVE ARISEN TO WASTE YOUR TIME."
It's voice thundered over the forums like a war drum. Every awful syllable grated on the minds of it's victims like grinding, clattering stone.
"BRING ME YOUR CHEETOS, AND PAIN."