In a bleak, desolate wasteland, a horde of madmen follow their preachers on an old quest.
They trudge onwards, tired bodies fueled by the teachings of their many leaders.
"We must hug Mami!" says one of the preachers, a goblin in medieval armor. "She's been very happy lately, and we need to show her that's good!"
The crowd mumbles their support, and the goblin raises his hands in victory.
"Why would we hug Mami?" says someone in the crowd. "She's not that great, and-"
They are cut off before they can finish, descended upon by an angry mob. Within seconds, they lie on the ground, unconscious, and the group continues its journey.
Many leaders step forward as the group debates what to do, with whoever has the most support being in front.
Yet, they are never truly leading the group.
At the very front is a being known only as Firn, who carefully stays at least three steps ahead of whoever's leading.
It is Firn who is truly the prophet of this group, deciding which way they shall go. He leads the way with grace, a taunting smile never far from his lips.
There are other groups in the distance, led by different preachers and different prophets. Some of the masses change between groups on the fly, some rotate regularly, and some stay with one.
Yet despite being the oldest and largest of the groups, there is discontent brewing in the minds of some questers.
"Don't you think that this is getting old?" says one of them, a young lord with a silly name.
"No," says another. "Since when do you think that? I thought you loved this?"
"I do," says the lord. "But I really think we need something... new. Something to spice it up."
He lights up another cigarette, replacing the one already in his mouth.
"We've been doing this for years, and what have we got to show for it?"
"Emotional payoff, character development, a happy relationship, hugs, should I go on?"
"Please don't, you're making good points," says the lord. "And that's not what I mean! Walpurgisnacht isn't even the biggest threat we face, but it will be years before we even see it! And all this time, we'll waste away doing SCIENCE!"
"Chungus, you're being silly," says the goblin. He has descended from the front of the pack, having been replaced by a shifting mass that goes from face to face, always wearing a red shirt.
"Maybe I am," says Lord Chungus. "But better to be silly than to be SCIENCE!"
The crowd around him gasps, turning to face the newest traitor.
"Chungus, don't!" Says the goblin. "What you're doing, it's not right!"
"Who needs right?" Says Lord Chungus, growing frantic. "Who cares about right or wrong when it takes over a month to get through a single conversation?"
"It's necessary for us to have enough time!" Says a white-haired person, an imitator of their idol. "If the updates were quicker, we wouldn't be able to have in-depth analysis and debates!"
"We don't need three days to debate how to approach a single conversation!" Chungus says. "Especially not for just one part of it!"
A crowd has begun to form around the mad lord, and smaller arguments are breaking out in the group.
Lord Chungus rises to the front and turns to the crowd
"I think it's time for something new!" He says. "I think it's time for a new quest to form!"
"But that's heresy!" says one of the local catgirls.
"Then a heretic I shall be!" says Chungus. "Cast me down from this golden palace and I shall make a throne of sticks and mud!"
The crowd is raving, a combination of boos and cheers melting together into an oppressing buzz.
"Ask yourself this; are you truly happy with this quest as it is? Are you so invested that you will not leave it, if only for a few minutes? And most importantly, ARE YOU REALLY WILLING TO WAIT YEARS FOR KYOKO AND SAYAKA TO HOOK UP?"
The crowd roars grow to a fevered pitch, the discontent in their hearts now laid bare for all to see.
Then join me, friends! Follow me to a new world order!"
Having been presented with a yes or no choice, the crowd's incomprehensible roars turn into a clear, well-presented debate as to the best path to take.
Within seconds, everyone has made up their mind and voted for their choice.
"I am Lord Chungus!" The madman says. "God of Nutella, King of the Silly, and Tuba Jesus! If you shall refuse to follow me, then I have only one thing to say to you!"
He raises his hands, watching the crowd descend into madness.
"
MAMI SAID KNOCK YOU OUT!"