Prepare to Die...? Aye Precure!
In the Age of Ubers, the world was uniformed, shrouded by elitism. A land of no arguing, Elitists and Everlasting Peace. But then there was Precure, and with Precure came disparity. Sunshine and Moonlight, Peach and Passion, and of course, White and Black. Then from the Precure subforums, they came, and found the Souls of Cures within the franchise. Nidhoeggr, the First of the Uber-Elitists, The Queen Ihateeveryone and her Monarchs of Superiority; Reialgo, the Lord of Scotland, and his faithful knights. And the Hitchhiker, so easily forgotten.
With the strength of Cures, they challenged the other users. Reilago's mighty posts peeled apart their argumentative stone scales. The queen and her minions weaved great flamestorms. Nidhoeggr unleashed a miasma of bait and fallacies. And Ventris the Ecchi One betrayed his own, and the other users were no more.
Thus began the Age of Precure. But soon the franchise will fade and only disappointment will remain. Even now there are only rehashes. Fanboy sees not hope, but only endless disappointment. And amongst the living are seen, carriers of the accursed Sign of Aidamana.
Yes, indeed. The Aidamana brands the ones fallen from faith. And in this land, the Nonbelievers are corralled and led to the north, where they are locked away, to await the end of the world... This is your fate.
Only, in the ancient legends it is stated, that one day a fanboy shall be chosen to leave the asylum of the Fallen, in pilgrimage, to the land of ancient lords, The Uber Elitist Club.