HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! That's great! Kind of reminds me of the game Fallout.
2097 AD - Mutant cockroaches scuttle through the toxic wasteland which is all that remains of a once proud civilization. A lone scientist, clad from head to toe in protective gear, is escavating this site, searching for artefacts from a more innocent time. He finds a plaque of some kind, encrusted in centuries of radioactive dust. As he wipes the dust off the plaque, he traces his finger along the grooves, struggling to decipher the dead language inscribed on there. It says,
"All hail the mighty BROOM HAIR!"
Then mythical tales will be started about me, like how I defeated the evil Frost and cast him into a prison made of Commodore 64s.