Too long ago. Far too long ago.

You see, it was a winter's morn and he was rolling out of bed after having figured out how to fix a temporal anomaly in the time space continuum. He looked upon his creation and smiled, for it was good and it was rolling along just fine. But then the Blackness came when no one expected it and it took him from us. Then came the Stupid and the Annoying. Then Death came riding a pale horse with the words Ignorance branded in its hind quarters. Chruser fought the demons, but eventually gave up and moved on, but mostly because he had real life shit to deal with.