Picture a time, a time when a young, firm, silken skinned beauty woke up to find herself covered in flat spots. These were no ordinary spots. Within days, they had changed. And our heroine's life would change forever possible overstatement
What started as spots soon became scabby, flakey monsters. And they were everywhere. Arms, legs, scalp. Even her forehead. Once dewy skin was peppered with flakey craters and angry red lumps. Within days, she had become half woman, half popadom.
Standing in front of her bathroom mirror, scraping a scab from her hairline she realised the transformation was at last complete. She had become...
The Human Scab.
But how did she end up this way? What could be the cause?
Her only hope was a group of shadowy mavericks, clinging to their high horses by the strength of their own pelvic floors.
As she flakes off into the sunset, she clumsily crosses genres whispers into space, "Help me, Obi-Wan Ke-Mumsnet. You're my only hope."