In the past week, humanity has reinvented the DashCon ballpit and None Pizza With Left Beef. Somebody somewhere is doing some dark magic and needs to be stopped.
The Wheel of Time turns and ages come and pass, leaving memories that become legend. Legend fades to myth and even myth is long forgotten when the Age that gave it birth comes again. In one Age, called the Third Age by some, an Age yet to come, an Age long past, a wind rose in the Mountains of Mist.
