MAGICAL donut history

The History Of The MAGICAL Donut

It all starts in 1433, where the first MAGICAL donut awoke in its box. It was a sunny day in Dublin, and the temperature was still cold as he first caught a glimpse at the sun rising high. People ran from him, scared outta their minds, for a donut with arms and legs was not a natural thing around this time. He was extremely lonely, and always wondered why the other donuts lied so still in their boxes, awaiting their inevitable doom.

So, eventually, this poor Purple donut ended up stealing a box of donuts from the local bakers, and dragged them into the basement of an old building which he had made into his home. For the next few weeks, he grabbed ingredients and spells, and learnt the ways of the necromancer, and as his time grew near, as the staleness tried to take him over, he cast a spell over the box of donuts, giving each of them life, and the ability to create other MAGICAL donuts, so that his life wouldn't have been for nothing.

The MAGICAL donut population started to grow, and by 1852, the MAGICAL donut population peaked at 100,000, before the 'GREAT STALEING' occured. Many a donut succumbed to the staleness during this period, and by the year 1998, the population was down to a measly 10.

Then they found someone who understood their plight, understood who they were, why they were, and their reason for living, and he took them in, and gave them his basement as their new home.

This was the start of a new era for donutkind, for their saviour had appeared, and they pledged their lives, and their service to him, in return for their protection

Now, in 2002, they are 20, and their savior still looks after them, and they look after him, obeying his commands at a click of his fingers.

This Saviour they called WOLFIE.


	The History Of The MAGICAL Donut Previous - Donut Home - Next It all starts in 1433, where the first MAGICAL donut awoke in its box. It was a sunny day in Dublin, and the temperature was still cold as he first caught a glimpse at the sun rising high. People ran from him, scared outta their minds, for a donut with arms and legs was not a natural thing around this time. He was extremely lonely, and always wondered why the other donuts lied so still in their boxes, awaiting their inevitable doom. So, eventually, this poor Purple donut ended up stealing a box of donuts from the local bakers, and dragged them into the basement of an old building which he had made into his home. For the next few weeks, he grabbed ingredients and spells, and learnt the ways of the necromancer, and as his time grew near, as the staleness tried to take him over, he cast a spell over the box of donuts, giving each of them life, and the ability to create other MAGICAL donuts, so that his life wouldn't have been for nothing. The MAGICAL donut population started to grow, and by 1852, the MAGICAL donut population peaked at 100,000, before the 'GREAT STALEING' occured. Many a donut succumbed to the staleness during this period, and by the year 1998, the population was down to a measly 10. Then they found someone who understood their plight, understood who they were, why they were, and their reason for living, and he took them in, and gave them his basement as their new home. This was the start of a new era for donutkind, for their saviour had appeared, and they pledged their lives, and their service to him, in return for their protection Now, in 2002, they are 20, and their savior still looks after them, and they look after him, obeying his commands at a click of his fingers. This Saviour they called WOLFIE.