Book of The Apocalypse, Incursion ---]

Blinding red filled my vision, and I was suddenly stricken with the image of many Oscar Mayer Wieners, stuck horridly upon a single, towering monolith, stretching to the sky and profanely displaying itself, blaspheming everything we stood for--a tiki torch. I was enraged and horrified by this spectacle, and I could do little but stare. Gradually, my eyes wandered, and I took note of an ethereal swarm, a nightmare from legend--the Legion of 32767, slain by the 4 Fathers so long ago, returned from death, now led by a frightful sight. It was...an Effarig, one of the Lost Ones, thought long dead but...somehow not. This was Tyme, and on his back came the long-lost Ibthen Hordes. Invasion was at hand.

Et en Sasausage,
{Raises Fists in Praise)

Benus