SCX-Scanlations

This mostly has some inside jokes so you probably won’t get it ~ Aquafina.

IN THE BEGINNING Protected created the Mafioso and the Citizens. The Citizens were without soul and mind, and darkness of mafioso was soon upon them, and the Spirit of a Condescending Protected moved over the land of Narrator.

And Protected said, “Let there be doctors”; and there was a doctor. And Protected saw that the doctor was Innocent, and Protected separated the innocent from the mafioso. Protected called the innocents Shitizen and he called darkness the Mafioso. And there were Wolves, and there were Cammorista, one game.

And Protected said, “Let there be a leader in the midst of the ignorant masses, and let him separate the mentally challenged from the naive” And Protected summoned the leader and separated him from ignorants and ill of mind. And it was so. And Protected called the leader, ink.

The leader ink planted a garden on irchighway.net, in the east; and there he gathered all the wondrous minds of the realm. And out of this garden known as #illuminati, many brilliant notions were created such as miracle doctor.

A deviant flowed out of #illuminati to enlighten the garden, and there it was divided and became two factions. The name of the first was #deus-ex-aequitas, a place where there are the conservative, and the minds, though once good, have become aged and rotten. The name of second faction is #detcetorp, a place full of bright, new hope and inspiration.

A new leader came to be in the place of eternal sunshine, a man who realized that Protected was a false god and that ink was just a buffoon who lusted for power. This leader was Aquafina, a man of great wisdom and insight. He welcomed any and all of the flock to join his humble domain; some came from whence he did, from the dregs of a former #illuminati (Ace, SkyKing, c.c., Cermer, tainted, Sporc, onizukaa) while new players previously shunned by a cheeky ink were welcomed (Lenners, Cranberry, Himeyasha).

The haven prospered and its members grew in size and knowledge. Soon the false god grew conflicted and there was a rumbling in the land, spliting it into three. The first was the land of Cicero, a barren wasteland that served as a portal between two worlds and nothing more. The second was a land of MBot, led by an evil dictator, WarDrake, a place that tried to mimic the olden ways. There was a third, the land of Orator, ruled by the humble members of #detcetorp, where innovative creations were pursued and all persons were equal (though some were more equal than others).

The masses flocked to the land of Orator, basking in the warm sun and enjoying everything new in the land. New followers arrived and came to know of no other place, for the elders seldom spoke of the Ancient Times of Narrator.

The false god Protected soon grew angry and merged all the lands into a dominion known as Narrator. He installed Aquafina as a figurehead leader, but Aquafina knew the tricks of the evil Protected. He rebelled with his people and was banished from the lands. Soon the rest of the flock realized the error in their ways and called for their hero’s return (and c.c.). The false god Protected rained fire and brimstone on the land, fleeing and taking all the lands with him.

Aquafina and the people of #detcetorp waited…and waited…but the lands did not return. They waited some more in their little haven on the highway of irc but it did not return. Some became disillusioned and left to seek newer things (Ace, c.c. and tainted), but the rest knew in their hearts that all they could do was hope. And so they waited…

Then one day a little boy, SkyKing, said “This is ghey, let’s make a scanlation group.” The wise, Aquafina knew his people were growing weary so he agreed, and thus SCX-Scanlations was created.

~Later that year/Millenium~

Alas, Lazygamer still tries to resurrect the lands of olde, so that one day the people of #detcetorp may return to the land of the sun and revel in the rays of Narrator.

However time, as it always will, pass and great leaders will inevitably perish and fall, and thus the great Aquafina went silently into that good night. But with the passing of greatness, an era of chaos and turmoil ensued.

The plain folk were drunk and high on this new drug of illicit scanlation. All too soon, the dream of Narrator was cast aside and all fond memory of it torn asunder, only one unfortunate soul remained. Lazygamer futilely preached of the good that happened during the time of Aquafina’s reign, of the greatness that could still occur if everyone would uphold the timeless tradition of the sacred rite of Mafia. His cries fell on deaf ears, his efforts only met with scorn and mockery; he was alone in this once lovely city that had gone to hell.

This city of #detcetorp with plebeians are intoxicated by absinthe and minds poisoned by syphilis is only a shadow of its former glory. And so it remains, Lazygamer, the only steadfast support of a more conservative era — an era filled with false hopes and dreams of a better tomorrow, the dream of Narrator that will never be.