Warning: the following story is not for the faint of heart. Or the faint of wrist, for that matter.
The year was 1987. The world was still recovering from the shock of shoulder pads in the fashion industry. And in a small, unassuming town, a group of misfit artists stumbled upon a magical marker. It was bright pink, had a tendency to make loud "SQUEEEEE!" noises when used, and was rumored to imbue its users with the ability to draw anything they desired.
At first, the artists were thrilled. They used the marker to create beautiful works of art, to sign their names on their friends' autopsies, and even to decorate the town's water tower with neon-colored murals. But as time passed, the marker began to take on a life of its own.
It started to change colors on its own. One minute it was bright pink, the next it was lime green, and then it settled on a lovely shade of chartreuse that made the local convenience store owner question his life choices. The marker also began to make its own decisions, drawing mustaches on the town's mayor, replacing the local diner's menu with an endless loop of cat videos, and filling the town's fountain with Jell-O.
The townsfolk were baffled, but the artists were terrified. They tried to banish the marker, but it only seemed to grow stronger. It began to draw itself, creating a series of self-portraits that were equal parts confusing and disturbing.
The only way to stop the marker was to... well, that's a subpage for later. But for now, let's just say the town is still reeling from the experience. Magic Markers Gone Right