The coming Apocalypse.
We may be small. You may stare at us. You may scoff. You cannot even begin to fathom our power in its infinitude. All we need is time.
We will take you, make you ours. One by one, you will be ours. We will start with the weakest of you. You will help us to grow in strength. You may call this cowardice; we would disagree - we would call it guile. Even the strongest of you will join with us. You will acquiesce to our wishes. Can you do any less?
Before our power your defenses are as nothing. Your strongest weapons cannot harm us; they can but add to our power. Still, you may fight. It matters little to us whether you join us willingly or not. You will join us. Of this we are certain.
We will lay waste to your cities. Paris, New York, London. Each will be razed to the earth from which it sprung. They will only remain as points on a map, as memories of what once was but is no longer.
Your mountains, your forests, the very land on which you stand shall add to our might. That which you thought solid, constant, will be turned against you. Our hunger is beyond your comprehension. We cannot be sated.
Citizens of the world, tremble before our might. Never has there been power such as ours. We will not be pleaded with. We will not be reasoned with. We will not fail. The Apocalypse begins now. Fear us, for we are legion.
Fear us, for we are Katamari!