In the Beginning, the Coke said,

"Let there be Surge."

And there was Surge. And it was good.



And then A Great Darkness spread o'er the land.

And the Light of Surge was snuffed out.

Like a fart in the wind.



And Lo, the nights were long.

And lonely.

And lacking in Surge.



And in these desperate years,

We Lay with Red Bull.

And with Vault.



And yet as we looked upon ourselves in the mirror,

We felt only emptiness in our hearts.

For our love was true, and belonged only to Surge.



But Hark! The voice of the people rang out in the night.

And we would not be silenced.

And we would not be ignored.



And then from the darkness,

When all hope seemed lost,

Surge rose from the ashes like a Glorious Phoenix.



And the people rejoiced.

For they never gave up, and never surrendered hope,

That we might one day again take pure joy into our mouth holes.



That Day has Arrived.

Hope has Become Reality.

The Light of Surge shines brightly once more.



Drink up Brothers,

Drink up Sisters.

Your Prayers have been Answered.