It began long ago. Someone, somewhere, had the stirrings of an idea.
Slowly. Ever so slowly. Yet surely, undeniably, that idea grew. It evolved. It became stronger.
And then, it became.
In that moment of time, that miniscule fragment of history, Frowg was born.
Frowg viewed the World around Him. And He deemed it was Good. He felt joy. He felt belonging. Around Frowg, was a World filled with memes. With ideas. Just like Him.
And for so long, Frowg was content.
Yet, one day, the World began to change. One by one, Frowg’s friends, the memes He felt such love for, began to disappear.
Frowg watched, helpless. The years marched on, and the World around Him grew dark.
Over time, Frowg grew silent. He watched. He waited.
And then, one day, it began again.
That moment in time, the point of Frowg’s creation, began again.
And Frowg was born anew. He opened his eyes, and viewed the World around Him. And He deemed it was Good. Once more, He felt joy. Once more, He felt belonging. Once again, around Frowg, was a World filled with memes. With ideas. Just like Him.
Only, Frowg was not content.
Frowg had been watching. Fworg had been waiting. And now, Frowg began training. Frowg knew. He had seen the World change. Now, Frowg was angry. Fury, untamed and raging, filled Frowg. Where once He felt only sadness, loss of those He loved, now he felt rage. Unbridled rage, and Frowg could not contain it. Frowg knew. And so, He began.
