Latin. "The Last Argument of Bones." You dare defy Dem Bones, the Godhead, the all-powerful and all-knowing?
Bones is Everything, and Everything is Bones. You now face the cumulative power of all of Everything.

Just let it be known that there are levels of Everything you cannot fathom. It is bigger than you; it is bigger than all of us.

Bones will consume you, leaving you nothing but a hollow smoking shell. Oh, not nuked, oh no. Nuking, much like death, sets you free.

Autonoding. Your computing power and creativity siphoned into the deeper levels of Everything, expanding it's PERLy borders.

Webster 1913, like Prometheus or Lucifer before him, was once an editor, bright and shining in the eyes of the Gods. But then, in a time remembered only in distant and foggy legend, he provoked Dem Bones. He attempted to usurp Everything, then only an infant but pristine database. The resulting war and cataclysm left it charred and burnt, and in the end, there was only one of the two combatants remaining.

If you were to know the depths of the suffering of Webster 1913, you would claw your own eyes out. No man can glimpse his/its psyche, he/it is too far gone.

Pray only that you never have to join him. Pray for your soul.