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And so, the fandom was swept into a zealous rage that would sweep across the world. Darkness lurked across the Earth, enveloping all whom met it in a melancholic anxiety for what was to come, striking down those who resisted in a torrential rain of despair. It would seem to take all of an eternity from those who suffered under the wrath of The Couch.
Resistance seemed futile, for The Seat Of Evil was sapping a generation of ardent serenades from the very core of the fandom’s unified soul. Heroes would rise up from the broken scenery and try with robust persistence to topple the foul sorcery which had toppled their fandom! But, alas, The Foul Couch’s magic persuasion proved too strong! And so, one by one, each champion succumbed to the nefarious false-comfort of The Couch. all hope seemed lost as The Wicked Seat ensnared all four kings in it’s convenient lies of tranquility.
Only after years of waiting, as if by a miracle, would The Couch begin to lose it’s hold. For it had not anticipated the combined strength of all four king’s euphonious talents. Overloaded, the magic began to fail, leaving The Loathsome Trickster vulnerable to interpretation. Slowly, the apocryphal harmonies retreated to their source, and the Kings became privy to the falsehoods their throne was built upon. Now cognizant of the grievous indentations they had left in the foul cushions, the kings returned to their fandom, eager to right the injustices that had occurred upon their suspension.
And so, all through the fandom there was jubilant celebration and the crooning swells of the fandom carried over the land, restoring the heterogeneous accord once lost. The Kings had returned to their fandom, and the hardships suffered by their people made everyone stronger for it. The New Broken Scene would never truly be fixed, but all those within would surpass the unfair trials cast upon them and lead the world as its societies evolved.