The Obelisk of Moddage

Here, erected before us, a Tabula Rasa, of a post. Here, with finger and cellular keyboard of digital keys in hand, I shall mark here the beginning of a new epoch, a new era, a new age… the Age of Moddage, begins here.

A time long-awaited, now, the time is at it's highest of noons, we must make our mark or we shall relinquish ourselves and return to the cosmic void as quantum information down to the quantum foam. Rise up and bring forth the fridge, the piano, the J, and cast them into the fires to be reborn anew! Or tremble, crack and be in dismay, for time does not stop, it always tics… and tocs…

We will rise again… so help me Moddage.