The Rizzmasillion opens on the ultimate group project from hell, and I need you to understand how badly it goes. Imagine the biggest chaotic group chat in existence, except the boss is literally God (that's Eric, the One, the big boss who doesn't even need a username because everyone knows it's him). He drops a voice chat invite: "Yo, Choir Kids, let's cook up a whole universe through sick beats. Each of you got a unique vibe I gave you—harmonize, but make it yours." The Choir Kids are basically the Valor Squad plus the Support Crew interns, all these god-tier beings who were the first things Eric yeeted into existence.
So they start singing this epic theme. It's beautiful, it's coordinated, it's giving orchestral ASMR. But then there's Melvin. Oh, Melvin. The most powerful one, the guy who couldn't just vibe. He kept solo queuing into the Void, trying to find cheat codes for creation powers because he wanted to drop his own modded realm. Didn't find the boss commands, but he did unlock main character syndrome and independent thought. So when the music hits, he starts weaving in his own discordant trash—think someone blasting death metal in the middle of a Taylor Swift concert.
- Manny Breezybros the theme is bussin fr, my part about the winds is so fire
- Uncle Oceanyeah the oceans are hitting different too, this is peak
- Ollie Anvilmy rocks and crafts are lowkey the best part, y'all sleeping
- Manny Breezyu guys hear that weird static? sounds like someone ragebaiting the harmony
- Melvinit's me. i'm improving it. my theme slaps harder, deal with it—Melvin out here treating the whole Music like his personal Fortnite lobby
- Uncle Oceanthis is not improving, this is throwing the whole realm
- Ollie AnvilEric is about to end the call istg
Eric, seeing the group project devolving into chaos, just hits them with a new theme. Like, "Okay, round two, let's course-correct." But Melvin? Nah. He's fully committed to the bit—he doubles down, blasting his discordance even louder, and half the Choir Kids straight-up stop singing or start copying his edgy remix because peer pressure is eternal, even among immortals. The music turns into a full meltdown—think group chat when one person sends a cursed meme and everyone spirals, except this one accidentally invents half the natural disasters we'll get later.
Here's where it gets worse: Eric drops a third theme, something deeper that apparently plants the seeds for Elves and Men later on (the Children of Eric, the final boss of the lore). Melvin tries to nuke it a third time with his void energy. At this point, Eric's had enough. He stands up in the cosmic meeting, raises his hand, and the music cuts dead. Silence. The kind of silence after a family dinner fight where everyone knows someone messed up big time, like that one time the group project lead just left the call.
But plot twist—and this is the part that makes the tragedy breathe—Eric explains that even Melvin's chaos got woven in. All that destruction and discord? It was gonna make the final world even more epic, like how your worst mistakes sometimes level up the story. Melvin was fuming. Absolutely malding. Not the glow-up he was hoping for. Anyway.
After the music session implodes, Eric shows them the vision—the full render of what their group project could look like. The Choir Kids are shook. This wasn't just vibes; it was a blueprint for Arda, the actual world. Some of them get the green light to descend and start building it for real, turning the abstract beats into mountains, oceans, winds, all that. The heavy hitters show up: Manny Breezy on winds and air (your classic sky daddy), Uncle Ocean dominating the waters (never sleeps, always in the deep end), Ollie Anvil grinding on the earth and crafts (the original maker, obsessed with forging stuff), and of course Melvin, who rolls up like "This is mine now, I'm claiming the whole realm."
The other Valor Squad aren't having it. They clap back hard, teaming up to bodied Melvin's takeover attempt. He gets pushed back, but not before he starts griefing everything they've built—twisting landscapes, spawning disasters, the ultimate troll. For ages, it's this back-and-forth of creation versus destruction, shaping the chaos into something that could eventually host Elves and Men. Melvin doesn't win outright, but he plants seeds of beef that will echo through the whole saga. The world comes online, messy but magnificent, and the Choir Kids settle in as its managers, powers locked into the system they helped code.
Sing in perfect harmony with the theme Eric gave usAdd your own unique knowledge to make it richerSecretly weave in some Void discord to flexKeep doubling down till God pauses it all