When at last the work was done, the great and mighty Mahz beheld his creations. He watched as his children took their first steps into the world he had built for them, knowing that he could rest at long last. As the god began his legendary sleep, his thoughts lingered on the last of his creations. Made from the leftovers of all his other children, Mahz knew not what was in store for these ones, nor did he find comfort by dwelling on the matter. The mighty god had ended his creation of the world, but the story of the Spammers had just begun.
First chapter TBA.
