The images I saw before
I now transpose into this Lore:


Years from now, only three will rule,
with fists of force and weapons cruel;
Nate, Dem Bones and Jessica Fierce,
whose godly powers no one nears.

A throne, they will have made themselves,
of nodegel, XP, Cools, all hell;
The name is hushed by those below,
node mountain humms, with eerie glow.

"Oh! Something, something must be done,"
proclaimed even everyone;
"All of our work is going to shit,
Someone, be swift! Be done with it;"
:


Once they all roamed along together,
noding and voting only for pleasure;
The EDB was not to be feared,
gods and editors could still be neared.

But soon a cloud descended upon
our little kingdom of noderdom.
The trolls ran wild, in numbers immense,
Not one of their posts read any sense:


"Oh! Something, something must be done,"
proclaimed even everyone;
"All of our work is going to shit,
Oh! Nate, be swift! Be done with it;"

Old Nate had seen enough of this,
He knew long gone were days of bliss;
Two phone calls and three days later,
Webster had become a crator.

Much a complaint was also made,
when EDB our XP ate;
Our votes were very much restrained,
and our cooling powers maimed:


A mountain grew beyond node heaven,
bodies were found, alltogether seven;
First Webster, Gamaliel, dannye,
then saige, P_I, /dev/joe and sensei;

Void of XP, their cools were all gone,
shells of great noders they had become;
Rumors were spread throughout all the land,
of XP TP and C!s on demand:


"Oh! Something, something must be done,"
proclaimed even everyone;
"All of our work is going to shit,
Someone, be swift! Be done with it;"

There was a man without a nose,
the stink had burned it with his toes;
"Enougth," he yelled, "TheFeth I am,
I'll fathtly end their heinouth plan;"

Soon he set out, no nose and all,
reached the mountain by early fall;
"Oh! Listen here, ye cowards ye,
now is time for your final plea!":


"What oh! What oh! What are we to do,
Kill TheFez and set it all ascew;
Those trolls, they will all lose their reason,
There'll be murder and mayhem - Treason!"

Fastly, TheFez he climbed on yonder,
Whilst our villains tried to ponder;
Defeating every snare and dragon,
he left the triads hopes quick sagging;:


"Oh! Something, something must be done,"
proclaimed even everyone;
"All of our work is going to shit,
JP, be swift! Be done with it;"

Jessica Fierce, the clever ruse,
who never learned quite how to lose
placed quite a snare before his eyes.
"I don't believe, this reeks of lies;

This GTKY I most despise."
With this, our brave young hero dies:
He couldn't resist what it said:
'What's your favorite type of hat?'

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