Blue Flannel. Red Flannel. Green Flannel. Grey Flannel. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, a time of peace when Markiplier kept balance between the Blue Tribe, Grey Kingdom, Red Nation, and Green Nomads. But that all changed when the Red Nation attacked. Only Markiplier mastered all four flannels. Only he could stop the ruthless flannelbenders. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Red Nation is nearing victory in the War. Two years ago, my father and the men of my tribe journeyed to the Grey Kingdom to help fight against the Red Nation, leaving me and my brother to look after our tribe. Some people believe that Markiplier was never reborn into the Green Nomads, and that the cycle is broken. But I haven’t lost hope. I still believe that somehow, Markiplier will return to save the world.