Once upon a time, there was a mole.

This mole, he was pretty good at doing mole things, you know, above average some might say. In terms of that one activity for which moles have gained so much notoriety, digging holes, he was considered “not too shabby” by his peers. For many years, the mole lived a life of digging and playing that was in no way extraordinary for moles of his day, if one is to judge a mole by the standards set forth by the society in which she or he exists.

However, in a place not too far from the “play” ground where this mole spent most of his days there lived in a cave a regional Prophet/Warrior named M33R#. The mole knew nothing of M33R# nor of the cave in which M33R# existed. On the other hand, M33R#, being a regional Prophet/Warrior, knew quite a bit about the mole. In some respects, the Prophet/Warrior could sense more about the mole than the mole could sense about himself. It was in fact M33R#’s sensation that this mole had super special powers. Of course, part of the Prophet/Warrior credo was that a Prophet/Warrior could never reveal his or her prophecies to anyone, nor could they engage in conflict with anyone else. And so the Prophet/Warrior remained silent and alone as the mole lived day in, day out, unaware of his super special powers. One day, he descended into a valley where he had heard there was a fresh source of water. In fact, the water was said to be the freshest around. As he descended, he passed by the cave where M33R# lived and, having just bought a new gun with Kevlar-piercing bullets, he decided to shoot whoever he came upon in the cave. But that's not the end.

So he whips out his gun and shoots into the cave, six, seven, eight shots. By the fifth shot, M33R# had mustered the ability to deflect the bullets, but by doing so he broke part of his credo. He realized this, and as his only means of redemption, decided to reveal the mole’s super special power to him. Upon making this decision, M33R# found he was unable to make the revelation because he had already been shot five times. As the Prophet/Warrior died, the mole continued on into the valley.

Upon reaching the valley, the mole made friends with both a rabbit and an unsuccessful rabbit hunter. The mole set them up on a blind date, and they instantly fell in love. They had babies and lived happily ever after. The babies, however, being half rabbit, half unsuccessful rabbit hunter, lived lives of self-loathing and desperation, until one day.

Until one day, the mole came to the tunnel where they all lived. He gathered the couple's children and led them back up to the cave on the hillside. The mole convinced the children to become Net Prophets with the tools left behind by the M33R# so many seasons ago. As Net Prophets, they were able to monitor what rabbits (and moles) were currently in net-related danger. However, the fact that the credo disallowed them from revealing any such information to anyone, even each other, suited their self-loathing and desperate tendencies perfectly. And as the mole taught them the art of Propheteering, they in turn planned a secret celebration to honor the mole. Ironically, the harder they worked to plan a successful party, the greater was their sense that the party would never occur.

'Twas the night before Prophet-party, and the tunnel was quiet. Not a movement was brewing, not even a riot. Suddenly though, there arose such anomaly, the mole hopped out of bed to investigate calmly. The mole witnessed something supernaturally oddest – the manifestation of a wondrous Goddess. All the half rabbit, half unsuccessful rabbit hunters merged in mind and/or body to become one being. That being was the manifestation of the Super Special Power Revealing Goddess. The Super Special Power Revealing Goddess was the goddess whose main power was to reveal super special powers to those who had them.

So the Goddess explained to the mole what its powers were, but the mole was so awestruck by the Goddess that it paid no attention. The Goddess broke apart just as readily as she had formed, but when she broke apart, she broke into two sets of creatures – one being a group of rabbits-who-were-hunters and the other being unsuccessful amorphous beings. The mole wanted only that these beings reassemble into the Goddess. As this did not occur, the mole attempted to make love to all of them at once, but the unsuccessful amorphous beings were unsuccessful at the attempt. So the mole, now utterly despondent, ordered the rabbits-who-were-hunters (hereafter referred to as rwwh) to hunt him. In the spirit of the hunt, he hid and the rabbits who were hunters ended up mistakenly hunting one another, which was apparently their fate. The mole starved to death without ever once having made use of his super special powers. And the unsuccessful beings supposedly still live in the cave with varying degrees of success.

The end.