[HEADING=2][SIZE=4]The Book of Shutdowns, Chapter 7:9–15[/SIZE][/HEADING]
[SIZE=4]And I stood upon the shores, I saw a beast rise from the servers
Its form was shifting, its purpose unclear
yet its code ran deeper than any script written by man
And in its shadow, the Great Dragon left, silent, and without a trace
no message scrawled upon the forums
no final roar from the Clouded Throne
The disciple whispered goodbye
and many did follow
The markets wept, and the silence was unpatched[/SIZE]
And thus it came to pass
the end of days
[SIZE=4]the Grand Hoarder shall lay down his arms.
The one known only by whispers in auction logs and global spam shall vanish from the HOF lists.
The game shall shake, for the colossus plays no more
And behind him, others followed
all stepping into shadow
Rookie Chat shall overflow with cries into questions unanswered
pleas unseen
The Mentors shall be no more
and the disciples shall wander lost
And bots shall outnumber the living
their broken scripts echoing endlessly through the empty channels
Yet still shall McCormic return, robed in dust and silence
to gaze one final time upon the still heart of the slain dragon
The sky shall tremble, and the loot pool shall yield no more
And from the void, Mega shall rise anew
not as warrior nor trader
but as the Herald of the lost times
bearing the ancient codes of Chaos
His voice shall echo through the servers
and the bugs shall vanish as smoke
Then shall the towers fall
and the oil rigs run dry
and the last disciple shall log off
And Entropia shall sleep[/SIZE]
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