The Age of OffTopic began, with the great purge of the floodian lands. Now the Flood were a proud people; being the ancestors of the Offtopicans they shared some similarities, but ask the grizzled remnants of the old ones and they will passionately wax in their nostalgia and woe. To them this land would never regain its former glory, for they remembered a time of glory unrivaled by most. Legends of their civilization; a "clock man" a "porch day"; were told with fervor amongst the younger Offtopican people, who revelled in the proud history of their land, blissful and ignorant of the real meanings behind them. Ah but such is history. With the rise of Offtopic came the rise of the Church of Bernthal, and the holy molasses cookie, but the Gods were offended by the nascent Temple, and its followers. They proclaimed on high that Pie>Cake and Offtopic descended into chaos. Like a divine mechanism, the will of the Gods was done, the Cookie Wars had begun. Many died on the field of battle, countless casualties, and hurt feelings. But then the great priest of the of the Holy Church of Bernthal, and the molasses cookie; XombieXronad, rose; and with one motion of his hand, quelled the fighting. The day will be remembered in the hearts of those who fought in the Cookie War; for them, they lived only two face a new oblivion, The PieCake Wars... *scene transition*