This will likely be changed to be about the author being a dumbass who eats her own fecal matter, but here it goes.
Once there was a lovely, happy place full of beautiful literature that made people happy to live and be alive.
Then some nasty gremlins came and ruinned it all.
All the happy people fled to keep their sanity and built other happy places
One person stayed to try to defend the place she loved, but her plans were thrwarted
In the end, the happy place became the happy place for the gremlins and no one ever questioned their authoritah ever again....