In the beginning was the word.
And the word was made paint.
And sprayed upon a wall.
And the makers of the word looked upon their creation and saw it was good.
And the word was "OTS".
And, seeing it was good, they sprayed it upon many other walls.
And so the word spread amongst the land.
But then, in time, came the dark years of schism and destruction.
And the makers were scattered and thrown apart.
And for many years the word did not appear.
But then, one by one, the makers returned to the source and met anew.
And behold they did drink the beer. And smoke the pot. And make the merry.
Then one, known as Ahdkaw spake, he said, "Let us remake what was broken, let us find what was lost, yea let the OTS arise again".
Another, being Zeno, saw the wisdom Ahdkaw spoke and said "Yes, and let the OTS be a force that will enlighten all humanity and re-forge the world".
He may have been joking.