Darkness had swept over the land. The economy had stagnated for years. Thousands of Americans sought secession. Ancient prophecies warned that the end was only a month away. Even the fate of the Twinkie was in jeopardy.
Could anyone save the Earth from the evil that had crept into the hearts of man? Were the Mayans right about the coming apocalypse? Would Hostess survive the economic turmoil and the public’s apparent distaste for cardboard-flavored snack cakes?
Only one man knew the truth. A man who had turned his back on the world long ago. Who had sworn never to post again. Until, on the anniversary of his banishment, he realized what he had to do.
Sort of.
Actually, in retrospect, I’m not sure how to tie this post back to the hook. I think I’m out of practice.
Next time I’m just posting more cat pictures.