In the dark ages of the 20th century, we stumbled upon an ancient tome hidden deep within the depths of the Amazonian rainforest. The tome, bound in a strange, pulsating material, spoke of an art of microbial manipulation, passed down through the ages.
Our founder, a mad scientist with a penchant for the absurd, spent years pouring over the ancient text, deciphering its secrets and concocting the most unholy of microbial brews.
And so, our legacy began. We set out to bring the world to its knees with an army of microscopic minions, each more diabolical than the last.
The 1970s saw our rise to infamy, as we unleashed our microbial minions upon the world, leaving a trail of destruction and chaos in our wake.
Our agents, skilled in the dark arts of microbiology, were feared and revered in equal measure, their names whispered in terror and awe by the common folk.
And so, our empire expanded, spreading across the globe, a shadowy network of microbial operatives, pulling the strings from the shadows.
But all good things must come to an end, and our empire eventually crumbled, as our minions turned on us, or so the tale goes...
Some say it was the rise of the antivirals, those scourges of the microbial world, that brought us low. Others claim it was internal strife and power struggles that sealed our fate.
But one thing's for certain: we're not done yet. We'll rise again, and when we do, the world will tremble before us once more.
Our legacy lives on, a testament to the power of microbial mischief and mayhem.
And so, we invite you to join us, to learn the ancient arts of microbial manipulation, and join our ranks of the most diabolical of microbes.