A quiet noon hung over the digital Savannah as packs of Scriptylions lazed away their day. Sleep, hunt, fight for dominance, code a website or two. Nothing ever changed. Nothing ever would… Until one day.
On the horizon, a massive wave of multicoloured madness washed in, its ludicrous distance from the coast meaning nothing before its unstoppable psychadelic majesty. It was all too clear the world had been washed away… and the Savannah held the next dry-cleaning ticket.
Flooded with miscellanious wreckage, weirdly delicious foods, strange foreign animals and a few crashed UFOs, the Savannah managed to survive. But it was all that was left in the world, and from the aftermath of the wave of madness, rose a strange new species…