We haven’t worshipped the old Gods since the 90s. Ever since we stopped I’ve had this feeling. A deep and all consuming dread – like I broke the law 22 years ago, and I’ve been waiting for a knock at the door ever since.

They didn’t forget about me.

Although I’d always hoped they would…

They made me a promise.

They promised me they’d be back some day.

The day we wrapped up production was the beginning of the end. Since then we’ve been living on stolen time, while the three focused on solo carnage.

I remember when we learnt the show was dead.

Nobody spoke.

Every eye in the room was fixated on the puppets, as they stared back with lifeless eyes, and permanent smiles across their faces.

Oh how I tried to keep the show on air. We rebooted twice, but it never took. Merchandising, book deals, live shows – We tried everything to keep the three relevant.

It just never took

And now they’re back.

Urs, the god of the hunt, who was once so satisfied entertaining children, has found prey all around the globe. If a body is found mutilated, and the bite marks don’t match any known predator – it’s his work.

Always.

Torpor, the stagnant, stayed at the studio. TV interns are barely in the system, they go missing all the time. Some assume they’ve just buggered off, and some of them might. Others still live in Torpor’s lair. He’ll keep them alive for as long as he can, feeding on the limbs first, then the skin, then the less necessary organs.

Its said that he can feed on someone for years.

Clauso, the bound, has not spoken since the show. His mouth was clasped shut for two decades, but now he is ready to preach once again. He ensures me I’ll not be around to hear it. He spent his time taking the children who still recognized him…

They’re up there now, forever children.

This morning, there was a rainbow.

Too vivid and bold to be natural, I knew it for what it was.

A herald.

A sign.

The Three have reunited, and the prophecy is fulfilled.

The rainbow…

…Up above the houses…

…Climbing ever higher….

We cut off their food supply, and now they want it back.

…Everyone can see it now….

…They’re smiling down at us…

Without our worship they are weak, but this weakness breeds violence.

…They’ll paint the whole world….

If we do not give it willingly, they will take it by force.

…with our blood.