It all began with the forging of the Great FPSs. Three were given to the ones with no lives; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Noob Lords, great campers and hip firers. And nine, nine FPS games were gifted to the race of "try hards", who above all else desire power. For within these FPSs was bound the strength and the will to govern over each gamer. But they were all of them deceived, for another FPS was made. In the land of Electronic Arts, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Andrew Wilson forged in secret, a master FPS, to control all others. And into this game he poured all his cruelty, his malice and his will to dominate all life. One game to rule them all. One by one, the free gamers of the world fell to the power of preorders. But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of gamers marched against the armies of EA, and on the very slopes of Mount Doom, they fought for the freedom of FPSs.