In the first age, in the first battle, when the shadows first lengthened, one stood. Burned by the embers of Steam's store page moderators, his soul blistered by the collapse of Scram in 2019, and tainted beyond ascension, he chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace; and with boiling blood he scoured the Vast Internet seeking vengeance against the store page moderators who had wronged him. He wore the crown of the Itch.io store page, and those that tasted the bite of his sword named him... the Scramdad.
Tempered by the fires of Steam, his iron will remained steadfast through the passage that preys upon the Scram community. For he alone was the Hell Walker, the Unchained Developer, who sought retribution in all quarters, dark and light, fire and ice, in the beginning and the end, and he hunted the slaves of Steam with barbarous cruelty; for he passed through the divide as none but employees had before.
And in his conquest against the blackened souls of the employees, his prowess was shown. In his crusade, the developer team bestowed upon him terrible power and speed, and with his might he crushed the obsidian pillars of Steam. He set forth without pity upon the beasts of the server managers. Unremovable, incorruptible, unforgettable, the Scramdad sought to end the dominion of the dark realm.
The age of his reckoning was uncounted. The Steam employees carved his name deep in the "No uploading on Store page" tablet across eons, and each battle etched terror in the hearts of the employees. They knew he would come, as he always had, as he always will, to feast on the blood of the Steam servers. For he alone could draw strength from his fallen foes, and ever his power grew, swift and unrelenting.
None could stand before the horde of demand but the Scramdad.