Long ago, before mortal men walked this earth, Kirbys roamed freely and ammock. There was only one kind of Kirby-short and fat. Some Kirbys were able to command fire, others could command ice, and still others were avid swordsmen or mages.
One day, a Kirby met a Sasquatch, and the Sasquatch called the Kirby fat, and the Kirby called the Sasquatch ugly, and war did break out between the Kirbys and Sasquatches. And in this war, there was the Battle of Gordo, in which the Kirbys were desperately losing. And the King Kirby cried out saying, "Lord, let this Holy Hand Grenade turn our enemies into little bits!" And the Lord did grin, and the Kirbys feasted on goats and apples and squirrels and mangos and breakfast cereals and crickets and casseroles and orangatangs and centipedes and wildflowers and deviled eggs and rice a ronie and jelly donuts and crackers and pop tarts and....anyway, they ate very well.
And at the feast was a Kirby known as the Devil Kirby, because he ate all of the food, and the other Kirbys, in their rage, cast him out from the other Kirbys forever. So this site was created as a home for El Kirby Diablo, and you, my friend, are now here.
