Long ago, in a land far, far away, two sindoms lived. They were called LifeClan and FandomClan. They were constantly in an uneasy peace. One day, war broke out between the two sindoms. LifeClan was powerful with their ignorance and Starbucks, and FandomClan's army fell quickly. Some FandomClanners survived, but they were scattered all around the lands around LifeClan. Heck, many of them were held prisoners and even used as slaves in LifeClan. It seemed as if all hope for FandomClan was lost, until one faithful day, when a special kit was born...
Denna historien handlar om Pjär/Pjärran sten Anders som berättar om sina bästa dagar.
Allt i denna är på skämt så ta den inte seriöst.
Obs huvudpersonerna är skitstövlar så läs inte om du lättkränkt.