In the age of pentiums, the world was unformed. Shrouded by pixels. A land of low res textures, sprite trees, and everlasting load screens...

But then there was 64 bits.

And with 64 bits came more than 4 gb of RAM.

Graphics mods, ENB. Rebalances and total conversions...

Nexus, and Moddb.

And of course, PC VS console.

Then, from the Steam they came.

and found the power of workshop, within e-fame.

GabeN, the first of the fat.

Todd Howard, of Bethesda, and his sons of code.

Bill gates, the lord of Microsoft, and his faithful developers.

And the many indies. So easily forgotten...

With the strength of Hardware they challenged the Consoles.

Nvidia's mighty cards peeled apart their 30 FPS locks.

The modders weaved great works of art.

Cheat engine unleashed a miasma of bans and hackers.

And Kojima betrayed his own.

And the consoles began to decline.

Thus began the age of PCs.

But soon the community will fade, and only paywalls will remain.

Even now, they push paid mods.

And gamers see not works of art, but only quick, small mods.

And amongst the greatest are seen, carriers of the accursed paywall.

Yes, indeed.

The paywall brands the workshop.

And in this land, the skins are boxed up, and sent out.

Where they are locked away to await keys.

This, is our fate.