Yep, there are a lot of us Nerdfighters here. 

DFTBA. 

Yep.  There are many Nerdfighters in the region of Cricket Country.

I meant five from Michigan, there's also Theresa, along with all the people coming up from your area.

If you want to know about the war, you could just go and read all 365 posts of the "Hello, everynyaa" thread, (that's my welcoming thread. I joined about seven months ago.) or you could just read my abridged and higly annotated version!

The Real Truth About the Lemming War as told by Red (It Is All True)

Once upon a time there was a poor boy who often was forced to do many unpleasant things, such as listening to Carmalldansen for three hours (although I admit I deserved that. But that's a long story.). The poor boy's diabolical and highly paranoid friend was the one doing the forcing and one day suggsted that the boy join the Chatterbox. The boy, suspecting a trick, needed some prompting to join the illustrious website.

Sakura (that's what said devious friend was called at the time): You'll like the Chatterbox. There's lots of girls there to flirt with.

Me: All right!

(No, I'm kidding. That part never happened. What actually happened was something like this.)

Sakura: You'll like the Chatterbox. Just don't start a war or anything stupid like that. 

And on that note, the boy joined the Chatterbox. He decided to comment on the severe lack of boys (seriously, why are there so few? I suspect a plot made by the girls *shifty eyes*) and told all boys to follow him like lemmings while he took over the Chatterbox in the name of gender equality. (If anything, we have less boys. Good job, me.)

Four days after the monumental post was created, my spy cameras picked up this conversation in the SCHQ (which doesn't stand for SC's Headquarters, it stands for Squishy Chinchilla Hair Quilt Factory. That was its old use.)

SC: Come, Igor, bring forward the cupcakes!

Igor: Yes, master.

SC: I have filled these sugary delights with the posion dart frog blood! (Of course, it was donated at the Blue-Green Cross.) As soon as the idiot boy eats the cupcakes he shall fall over dead! It's a brillinat plan! Mwa ha ha ha!

(Back at the Chatterbox.)

SC: Say, Red, fancy a cupcake?

Sakura: Noooo,they are posioned! Don't trust the cupcakes!

Me: (almost taken one) What? You think you can fool me with those cupcakes? These are poisoned!

Sakura: *writing in notebook* Four days for first assassination attempt. New record, Red! This will be a hard one to beat!

SC: He saw through ym beautiful plan! #@%& 

Three days later:

Me: And thus begin the Lemmings War! (Everyone alwayd forgets about that 's', but it's a rather nice 's'.)

And thus SC *bribed* gathered a large group of followers and captured some countries. And I slogged through conquering Canada. All by myself, with no one but 16,792,xxx,xxx (the exact number changes. It's about 17 billion), a army of imaginary people, my best friend, and a guy I have never actually met who lives in Canada. It was nerve racking. And cruel. And lonely. And filled with To Kill a Mockingbird essays for English class. (And I have a Of Mice and Men essay due tomorrow.) 

And then SC kinda of wen AWOL (actually, almost everyone did.) And Madam Quintus took over. And did quite well, I might add. Annoyingly well.

I also gained two followers. Miki and Gollum. I haven't seen Miki in a while, come to think of it.

I overtook several countries.

And then began a race for the South Pole. We bribed the Penguin King. We bribed the Admins. We bribed Melody. We bribed your sister. Both sides, freely offering up cookies and precious metals. We all hoped that one side might be chosen as winner. 

And on the best day of 2012, December 28, it happened. SC popped out of the Squishy Chinchilla Hair Quilt Factory and surrendered. (I now vote that Decmeber 28 become a international holiday. Lemming Day sounds about right.)

And then we've been discussing the Lemming War for about three months.

But of course, L could have told you all this. On second thought, just ask L.