>>10156974Much that once was gained is lost. For none now live who remember how to squat. It began with the forging of the great supplements.
Whey was given to the Elves, immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings.
NO-xplode to the Dwarf Lords, great squatters and craftsmen of the mountain racks.
And Jack3d, Jack3d was gifted to the race of Men — who above all else, desire the pump.
For within these supplements was bound the strength and will to curl in the squat rack. But they were all of them deceived, for another supplement was made. In the land of Mordor, in the fires of Mount Doom, the Dark Lord Sauron forged in secret a master supplement, to control all others. And into this supplement, he poured his cruelty, his malice, and his will to dominate all life. One supplement to rule them all.
One by one, the free lands of Middle-Earth fell to the power of the Creatine, but there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Men and Elves marched against the armies of Mordor, and on the benches of Mount Doom they lifted for the freedom of Middle-Earth.
Victory was near, but the power of the Creatine could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Isildur, son of the King, took up his father's barbell. Sauron, the enemy of the free-peoples of Middle-Earth, was defeated. The Creatine passed to Isildur, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever, but the hearts of Men are easily corrupted and the Creatine of Power has a will of its own. It betrayed Isildur to his death - and some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
History became legend, legend became myth, and for two and a half thousand years, the Creatine passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, it ensnared a new bearer. The Ring came to the creature Tinytrip, who took it deep into the tunnels of Bethnall Green - and there, it consumed him.
