On a day, much like this one a child was born to normal parents. They swiftly punted that child out the window and he was raised by various passing merchants and the odd gremlin. He survived on a steady diet of radishes and the sweet nectar of the banana fruit that grew wild in the lush jungles of southern California.
It was, upon his many travels that he stumbled upon a magic set of glowing orbs and they said unto him " please insert card into slot and press begin." He did as he was instructed and they booned onto him many a large stack of currency which he spent hastily on banana colada's and the tacos of street vendors. This was the begining of the new age of Desostandalormatimona, or in the common tongue, the time of the water poops.
As time progressed, he was adopted by the alchemists and articifers of the Mechawolf Pack, and they altered greatly his schween. He was then loosed upon the interwebs to instill fear and revulsion on the peoples. Fueled by flatulence and atomic powered Jalapeno poppers, Magus of the Wolfpack was born. The rest is history.....