In the first age, in the first battle, when the cocks first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of estrus, his soul moistened by the fluids of vulva and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual fucking. In his ravenous lust he found no peace; and with heavy balls he scoured the Umbral Plains seeking vengeance against the dark thots who had teased him. He wore the crown of the Cunt Sentinels, and those that tasted the bite of his shaft named him... the Poon Slayer.