From the hot aftermath of the blistering sun came an evil presence.

Though at first it could not be seen, it was felt globally, eminating from computer screens, seeping it's lurid twisted fingers down the information superhighway pipelines to infect one after another after another, seeking to build an unstoppable army. Though the foot soldiers can be found far and wide, the officers were more cunning, more organised, more covert.

When at last this army grew enough to hold aloft the mighty foot, down stepped the ubiquitous, controlling, deceitful general, the evil Nubaii.

And like the fungus he was, he spread in every dark corner, growing in every darkened room, watering his children with monitor light, feeding them with false hope and microwave meals. His plans of domination progressing with speed even he had not forseen. So pleased with his dominance he sat in squalor and grew, puss filled sores acting like armour, blistered fingers his scars of war. Would no one come forward to challenge this unstoppable tide of foaming mire?

Two brave souls rose to the challenge, two humble warriors of the light. The battle unsurmountable, they would lay down their lives to protect that which they held dear, or die trying.

Step forward the fooninjas.