An entire forum's fingers, snapping all at once.

A guardian gone and laid to rest. A plague running rampant through worlds of Odd and Even alike, a mistress cloned and fertilized. A man made of meat, made tender by the on going destruction of his homeland. Alliances drawn and enemies made known. A skeleton remains and laughs, laughs at all who are left. The ones who surpassed and overcame the event, "The Great Poppening", they know the pain of the ones who passed. Through a message short, but not without meaning, the ground shook and the weak were driven down into the very bowels of the rock from which they once stood. A skeleton remains and curses, curses at all the ones who are left. One begs for his very creation to be erased, his history rewritten. A crack lets a light shine down and a message is written and delivered across the world, not all is lost, not all is lost. Not all can see the message, but all have the ability to receive it. A skeleton remains and snap's his fingers, snap's his fingers at those who are left.

And those who are left join in and snap along to the tune. And at the end, there is only one question that is asked, and only one that remains to be answered.

"What's poppin?"