In case you are curious about the origins of the site and what brought us all together here it is explained by About2Crash. It reads a bit more homo erotic than I remember it being but remembering stuff is hard sometimes. Especially suppressed memories. Sigh...
Anyway, hope you enjoy.

It all began years ago.

The journey of MRU is a tale of old. Boys grow up hearing the story until they are accepted by their metal brethren as one of their own. Young women hear remnants passing by as they do dishes, hoping to one day break free of their confining shell and let out the valkyrie within. Many brave men and women have fought in the battles of Knet, but few have survived the challenge.

There first was Dawson, a man once called king. Metalforums was his Pangea and the world was his oyster. But like those before him, the metal proved too strong. His pride and arrogance proved his downfall and not even his wife's mighty banhammer was enough to prevent the uprising.

The metal would live on.

Out of the ashes, a new king was crowned. Dennis, the bald headed champion of the north rebuilt from the remnants of the once tall kingdom. Replacing the cold and hollow walls of old with new life, the uncrowned King took nothing but bare hands and dug a hole as deep as the Mariana. With a mighty phallic gesture, he thrusted himself unto the earth, turning the barren wasteland to a real mother earth.

It is said that Moses parted the Red Sea with the power of God.

Dennis parted the rocky legs of earth with the power of a greater god... Metal. With a new molten liquid core, the planet gave birth to a mighty kingdom, one that would be known as MRU. The kingdom was unruly. Dennis would need aid on his quest to rid the world of the false and untrue. Simply wishing them into existence, Dennis called upon his new disciples.

Chiseled from the tallest mountain came Erik the Cactatious.

From the primordial slime came Wigg the Neckbeard

Raised and bred by the great mallard came Amok, also known by his native name "One Who Has Sex With Ducks". ^{[source needed]}

Shat out of Hell came helvete the Hellsterical............... hmm....

An insufferable git, Pelican.

Ashman, not a bumble bee.

About2Crash... the Batman.

And the last and greatest of all, enraged the Enraged......

He also made a bunch that quit that shall not be named here, like Noobs and Hamish. Dennis took his new band of warriors and marched along the way, slaying anything in their path. Whether it had been the nervous cry of an emo or the cringe inducing laughter of a Juggallo, none were spared. All were impaled on stakes, from hole to hole or in the women's case from hole to hole to hole, which brought great pleasure to all involved.

It was a wonderful thing that Dennis had built. The castle stood for years, untainted by the putrid filth that devoured the rest of the lands. But Dennis had grown tired, his passion for the holiest of metal still prevalent, but his desire to rule sinking. No longer did the long and steamy showers with his disciples bring excitement. He could no longer pretend to enjoy the "bonding exercises" that he had participated in EVERY night. He had to step down from his throne as sitting in it became painful to his tender and kingly end.

The mighty phallus must be passed down onto someone. But who could take the challenge?

Neither Wigg, Helvete nor Pelican could relax their throats enough to accept the "responsibility".

Ashman and and Amok were chosen next, but were too preoccupied with each others "challenges".

Erik shared a valiant effort, but not even his vacuum like lower torso could bear the weight of Dennis' steel.

And About2Crash just doesn't play that game.

Only one was left, the mighty Enraged. Only he was successful in the task. Only he could pull the sword out of the stone and put it back in again... and again... and again... and again...

With much effort, he came on top. Dennis wiped off the success and crowned Enraged the new King of MRU, to bring us on new adventures, to conquer evil wherever it might be convenient, and to bitch and complain and music. What will become of us? Only one man knows the ending to this story, your humble narrator. I don't want to spoil it for you, but it definitely involves lube, tissue paper, yardsticks, and cowboy hats.

Let the metal flow through your veins my metal brethren.

Let the force be with you.