There has emerged the realisation of a single thread which runs through our society, if not our collective human consciousness.

As the great writer Edgar Allen Poe once wrote:

"Shadows of shadows passing... It is now 2008, and as always I am absorbed with a delicate thought. It is how towels have an indefinite sensation, to which end wetness is an essential. Since the comprehension of sweet moisture is our most indefinite sensation, wetness, when combined with a soft towel, is beauty. Moisture, without the towel, is simply wet. Without moisture, or a soft towel, colour becomes pixel. Man becomes carcass. Home becomes capture point. And the dead, are but for a moment, respawning."

Little did we know what a visionary statement to the world this would be. Not since his timeless Tetris poem, "The Fall of the House of Brick", has Poe captured in words the emotional revolution which is rocking a generation. This is of course, as it always should be, love. Love in particular, for Wet Towels.

What started off so very small, one night on some long forgotten CounterStrike server, when in a revelation it was realised that Towels could be Wet, and loudly declared to all attending the beautiful combination of those two words, has long since germinated and spread across not only the internet, not only the world, not only the planes of all existance be they mortal or spiritual, but also across a few Team Fortress 2 servers.

While many hundreds of thousands have already flocked to the banner of the Wet Towels, there are still nay-sayers who will not see the cottony threads. "What are you talking about?" they grumble into their Hitleresque moustaches, "towels have been wet for years!" This may be true, there has, in the distant past, been the combination of cloth and moisture (I would never restrict it to "water", not when I know the inventiveness that the human race is capable of), but does not every religion claim that their god was eternal before he was recognised by his prophets? Why then should we demean the Wetness of Towels, simply because they were unrecognised for the wonders that they were? Nay to you, nay-sayers! You mock and grumble, saying that it is stupid to love Wet Towels (for love them we do), but look deep inside your souls, past the grime, the irrational hatred, past the suppressed sexual urges towards your cousin and even past the bit of you that really enjoyed the Tomb Raider movies, and down there, while searching the deepest recesses of your soul, you too will find that you are capable of love for Wet Towels. How indeed, can you resist the love for them? No man is capable of it. Really, what can be better than getting out of a shower, moisture fountaining from every bodily crevice (what's that you say? ...What does "too much information" mean?), only to have a Wet Towel there to wrap you in its warm and loving embrace. Scientists have not yet discovered the force which attracts us so to Wet Towels, but it is a force stronger than gravity (though slightly weaker than magnetism). All we know is that, for whatever reason, there is a force of nature here at work which generates in all man a love for Towels that are Wet, and it is more than any one person can resist.

And so, my friends, my fellow Wet Towel lovers, I welcome you to this site, a place where we can gather and express our adoration for these moisturised miracles. Our aim is to create an environment where free thought can blossom, and give rise to the ideas of the future, the ideas of Wet Towels. Our aim is the betterment of mankind as a whole, through the philosophies of the Wet Towels. Some, smirking, might even suggest that our aim is to "entertain"?

Whatever you take from this site, we certainly hope that you enjoy it.

-Nuckpang