Long ago, on a broadband far, far away…
An intrepid band of writers (or rather, their avatars gravatars) arm themselves with lightsabers to take on the many minions of doom hellbent on doing them harm:
Meanwhile, halfway across the galaxy, a young Jedi knight awaits the end of his nine-year dry spell.
Who will prevail in this battle of the ages? We’ll find out anon. (Or, if you prefer: We’ll find out, Anon).
“We meet again, at last. The circle is now complete.”