2darkPark / 2DP

In the vast reaches of space there exists… mostly nothing.

A great time ago in a land unknown but by those who have since long passed there was an abundance of run on sentences and grammatical errors that consumed both time and space for a strange amount of resources that would never be recovered by those who sought to gain power by wielding ancient artifacts that were rumored to contain the energies of unlimited biological sea monsters roaming the great oceans of what remains of the planet whose inhabitants were the greatest power in quadrant 4 of sector 11 on the northern tip of a small isle just east of a strange cove that is rumored to contain a species subset of angry dwarfish fish whose incandescent urine has only been seen by the great nomadic tribe of cyborgs who rusted permanently into place from the rapid chemical reaction of emotions and feelings that were unlocked upon discovery of a lost colony of biologically engineered bees who are rumored to have multiple life cycles that involve death and resurrection causing unparalleled fear from their neighbors whose name has been completely blotted out from history as recorded by the ancient scribe of Yew where aliens congregated in order to celebrate the festival of run on sentences that to this day continues to create a mixture of jealousy and empathy which combine forces to defeat the nonsensical errors of bad news and improbability.