The Donut Rings

The fallen leaves tell a story. The great Donut Rings were stolen. In our home, across the fog, the Donut Lands. A war from which no donut place arose. A war leading to abandonment by the Greater Donut. Arise now, ye Hero. Ye donut-less, who yet live. The call of long-lost sprinkles speaks to us all. Cross the fog, to the Donut Lands. To stand before the Donut Rings. And become the Donut Lord.