Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a group of people who had read far too much D&D and WW literature. This group called themselves by the name of Clan S'norin', because they were never awake. One night, as the lot of them were playing in a realm created by their mutual drug-induced stupors, they were attacked! Yea, verily, attacked!

Out of the trails of color came a horde, a positive HORDE, of nighmarish creatures of the sort found deep beneath the waters of the oceans on another planet. These creatures had tentacles, long and oozy tentacles which they sent out before them in the ethers in search of unsuspecting victims with huge martyr complexes.

They fell upon the Clan S'norin' in a frenzy, wrapping their appendages firmly around the heads of their prey! The Clan fought back, but to no avail, until suddenly their leader, one Omniputrent, pulled a shining sword of light from behind his ear! The others of the Clan did the same; Tonnage pulling her sword from between her ample cleavage, Lanthipoop his from his portalpotty, and Arwhineyell tearing hers from the clump of hairspray which had been holding it, along with her hair, aloft.

Weilding these swords of light, the Clan S'norin'  was a fearsome sight! The many-tentacled creatures fled in a fit of laughter poorly diguised as a coughing bout, and Clan S'norin was once again victorious, and all was well with the world.