"And from the High Heavens and firmament of fluffy clouds, decended down upon man-kind in the furry form of a rabid wolverine....The Great Platypus! Raising his mighty platypus feet of steel and striking with his mighty platypus venom, he did quel all forms of flaming, and thread trolls were wiped from the face of the earth.
And the people were puzzled at first on how this platypus came down upon the face of Terra...But soon they exploded with great joy making a glourious mess...As The Great Platypus rained down upon them much rep, and many gifts in the form of emote-icons."
-The Great Platypus-32:77-
"And out of the skies a hero descended, Carrying with him the hammer of creativity and the sword of Originality he did fall upon the hordes of Naruto model requesters, With his mighty hammer he did squish the hopes of those who dwellt upon their idiocy and foolishness, and with the blade of Originallity did he quell the screams of the requesters foolish demands. And a new age dawned on the horizon as true modeling genius, no longer bound with the chains of anti-imagination were free to make glourious art work and wonderfull cheese with crackers and pepperonni *echo* *echo* *echo*."
-Prophecies of Elenai 4:22:The Imbicility of Imbicels-
"Rao Dao Zao who with the mace of Milkshape and the dark cloak of Leetness will make his mark on the earth, His burning standards shall fly in the winds of the eastern deserts and in the snows of the north even to the jungles of the south until only the west remains free. His mechanical horde will then make war upon the west and the west will burn in the flames of milky mechanicalness, Then Rao Dao Zao shall ascend to his throne upon which he will rule with a Polygonal fist, until a challenger shalt make a new model to smite his milkshape creations. In anger Rao Dao Zao shalt create a milkshape Abomination that shalt be capable of laying waste to the model of the challenger. But he will never release it for it will be too 1337 for the eyes of mortals to behold."
-Prophecies of Elenai 33:33:The mastery of Kings and Conquerers-
"And from the desert sands of the interwebz a new people shall come. The binary dust of the earth shall be trodden under their heels, and terror shall drive them at their feet. Fore under the lash, and the strike of the WHIP. They will be burdened. They shall work in ceasless toil, no rest for their deeds. Then from the ashes of their lost dignity, THEY SHALL RISE UP! NO MORE SHALL they create blashpemous abominations of hideous model nor unholy skin of sacreligous quality, for the mere amusement of ungrateful hands. They shall smite them down with their righteous skill, and with great courage they will deny them their ill-gotten prizes forged of vertex and primatives most fine."
-The Requestors Bane-42:5-
-Listen to my words.
-Look to the sky.
-Raining fire, Scortching Light.
-Death from above.
-Ships of the Second Brother.
-War upon the First.
-The Third remains lost.
-The worlds will crumble.
-The princes lay dead.
-The Dark ones feed.
-And He comes to take his prize.
"And so it shall be, that the three forms of greatness shalt make war upon another.
The high kingdoms shall take to the stars, and they shalt bring down fire upon the another in tempest fury.
The EPIC'ian Empire, shalt ascend to the heavens, and they shalt smite the Divine'ness, and they shalt both make war upon Awesome'ness. And the Awesome'ness shalt bring down his vengence upon them.
And the HIVE shall be engulfed in the flood of war, as the three raise their blades and force one another into eternal strife."
-The War of the Words- 7:77:9
"BEHOLD!!! Fore a terror shalt descend upon us like a plague of anethema. From the peaks of mount Seshero'n it shalt come to consume our sanity. The curse shalt be born of the loins of spam, and a soul of depravity shalt dwell within it's flesh. With Fifteen letters shalt we be shackled to pillars of virtual iron. In those chains we shalt be driven into madness...TURN BACK!!! TURN FROM THY SPAMMY WICKEDNESS!!! Lest the horror be born to enslave us all!"
-Of Fools and Forums- -4:34:7-
"ASHES TO ASHES!!! DOOMED to the dust. Nations shall fall, and blood shall boil. The reins of hate will drive us into oblivion, and of the dark master's whip, shalt our flesh be torn. Our souls will be thrown into eternal hell fire, and the hides of our bodies stretched upon his halls. The blood of our children will he drink, and in the excrement of our earthly shell shalt he make us wallow. BUT be not chained to despair, for our salvation is at hand. He shall come down from the north, and smite he who will eviscerate us with the scorn of the whip, the sword, and the ebon hammer of cruel dominion. He shalt make headway into the frontline, He shalt raise his talberds, bearing the mark of the long forgotten god. And he shalt unsheeth his blade of light, and he shall reeve its cold and righteous edge into his very core. But for only a short time....will we find sanctuary....fore he will pursue us, until he consumes all for rest of eternity."
-The Lord of Ashes, The Destruction of Dwarrendell- 3:89:1
"And so it shall come to pass that two great pillars shalt clash. A mighty Magistrate shalt be smitten by a lesser, and they shalt bring doom upon the thread of pictures. The Magistrate will raise his hand, and he shalt be gird as for battle. And the lesser shalt prepare words of flame against him. They will spiral downward each one carrying out the blows of viscous conflict. And when they have fallen to the bottom of the shaft surrounded in that cold pit of sealed darkness, therein they shalt make war upon the other for the rest of eternity....."
-The Flaming of The Threads- -13:13:9-
"And so it shall be that the Epic'ians will be persecuted in their own lands. The many treasures they have wrought will be ripped from them, and the precious gains they have made torn assunder. By insolent beings, and insolent actions beyond their control, they shall fall victim to the hammer of depravity and anger shall consume them, their hearts filled with hatred they will seath and despise, and yet chained to dignity and self restraint in the Epic Light they will suffer with pride...But in time they will regain what they have lost, and they will retore their precious honor..."
-Justice is Blinded, Common Sense Murdered- 3:3:3
It began...long ago in the depths of time, when the Titan Aman'Thul...left in the keeping of an ancient sect of earth spirits...The Staff of Preservation. A powerful relic, said to be capable of bending not only nature to its wielder's will...but the very heart of creation itself. When the Titans had ordered that world, they made their departure, and soon the world began to blossom under the hidden guidence of these stewards. But when a group of secretive night dwellers made their way to a great basin...a giant lake, that shimmered in the pristine silver light of Mu'sha...the left eye of the Earth Mother...They then learned the secrets of its waters, and plumbed its knowledge...They then began to wield powerful magicks, and with reckless abandon, they built a vast kingdom built upon the fire of their arcane will.
It was then, that their beloved Queen began to worship dark beings..from the Nether-realm that swirled about their unblemished sanctuary...and it was their reckless conciet, and wielding of the arcane that drove these dark ones from their slumber in the darkness...and set their gaze upon the shimmering pools of the White Lady.
And so it came to pass...that Sargaras...The Fallen Titan, sent forth his burning legion, and with cruel blades, forged in fel fire, they raped that world of its glory, and nature herself buckled under the immense blow of the Hell's hammer...
It was then that the Stewards, seeing the imenent doom of their guardianship...took the Staff of Preservation and wielded it for the first time...and such a powerful artifact it was...that the very planet began to split...to heal the seething pressure caused by Sargeras, as he began to push his way through the energies...manifested in the once pure lake.
And so it shall come to pass, the dust of winter shall come upon the HIVE, and a demon of fisted wire, shalt from the depths of hell, come to plague the pristine snow fallen lands with the flood of conflict...He shall make war with the HIVEns...and the HIVEns shall gird themselves as for battle...He shall ascend to the throne of Ralle...And Ralle shall banish him....but he shall return, return..and return again...All the while, OUR precious lord Ralle, Shall lift on high the HIVE Hammer, and he shall smite him with holy fire, and bannadar....
-The Demonology of Fools 32:56:1-
Behold...For at the setting of the sun, upon the second day of the winter month...Two worlds shalt merge...and from their collision, A great evil shall be born from that unholy union...The Snowstorm shalt be enslaved, and Active Sight shall reap the rewards of their hard toil...And in the torment of that Snowstorm, a great evil..Who could only be the Overlord of Cheapness itself. Shall force Snowstorm, to create entertainments, after entertainments...of a single form, a single form herein the scroll of heresies named Massive Online Rpg....and like a sweaty dancing whore...It shall make the blasphemous entertainments. Forgoing its holy roots of RTS!!!....And in its ceaseless toil...it shall become blackened by the Anti-Quality....
...Who then...Shall save their game.
-Of Dangerous Mixes- 41:32:9
And so it shall come to be, that the Three Prime Evils, shall come upon the Great Platypus, known to mortal magi, as Wolverabid...And they shalt bind him in chains of reality, and his Admin given powers...shalt not prevail against them...He will be bound for a time, in a great prison of frozen stone, forged from the very mountains of real-life itself. And there in he shalt be tormented for a season, in utter loneliness, and seperation from his flock...held away within their sanctuary upon the HIVE.
But behold...Fore the Great Platypus shall return to us...And with his grace and Admin powers..He shalt rid our precious land of The Troll, The Flamer, and the WoW Heretic. With the mighty power of Bannadar!
-The Great Platypus 13:12:14-
And so it shall be that the Valar on high! Shall come down upon the mortal realm, and with "sorting algorithm" amongst the high princes of mighty forgers, chosen shall be, a wise and powerful master of lore, whom within, dwells strength alive, modding power not seen since the days of yore.
With mighty hammer, and brush of lore...In hard diamond lordly gems shall be wraught, the flowering in mithril ore shall be caught.
The dragon's fire, and elven choir, the bright-lit stars upon chains of function-call will be strung...
Lords most mighty, their powers again young, from the modding twighlight, the new dawn comes, in great halls new songs shall be sung.
The new dawn arise, from the horizon, where the ash now lies, the widget will be hung.
With stroke of pen, and fell of hammer, EXECUTE FUNCTION! and strike of clamour, great forces are made, and powers arrayed. Bows shall sing, and crystal bells will ring...
Upon great looms mighty enchantments shall be weaved, and powerful spells, no man has conceived.
In function call, and protocol, meshed shall be, the arrays of thee, the silent watchers, the moon and sun.
So come the days...of the epic Warsoc, may Iluvatar bless them, now get out of my house..you dirty looking spock!.
-The Second Modding 7:7:7-
And so it was, that the great Carrot foretold in ancient days long past...
That a mighty battle shall be waged at-last...
The lord of all, shall come down in anger...
Upon us all, the mods in danger...
It will come in fire, and the sky shall blaze red...
And so it will be, that many lie dead...
Flee thou may, and hide thou might...
But no mere mortal can win this fight...
We all shall be destroyed, for our sins to the HIVE...
Lest we repent, and beg for our life...
Let loose your voice, and lament at thy epitaph...
Listen now, dost thou hear the trumpet call?
Our doom is at hand, prepare for our fall...
Fore soon we shall be, entombed in a bloodbath...
Here it comes now, The War of Wrath...
-The Anger of Ralle, and the Fall of Mod-kind- 6:67
And so the heavens trembled, fore the nobles of old made war upon one another and battle raged amongst the folds of the sky above.
There was fire, and poison rain. The lightning fell as arrows of death, and righteous hatred filled the minds of all who dwelt within the empyrean clouds now black with destruction and polluted with filth from this un-merciful battle.
The war banners were raised, swords were sharpened, spears were fitted, and shields dimmed by the dust of conflict.
The Epic'ians and the Jury of Awesomeness stood there upon that field,
The colours of white, red greyed in the scarlet light of the dawning sun.
And the heavens were shaken in the onslaught, the Epic'ians charged into battle upon their angelic steeds, their lances were keen and their blades were bright. The war cry was heard amongst the heavens as a litany of strife, singing of death and banishment to any foe who would dare mock the name of their highest gem.
Charge indeed they did, right into the awaiting lines of the Jury. that was "The War of Wrath".
And the Jury was prepared, the light of dawn mixed and mingled amongst their scarlet trappings, and they laughed and jeered as the Epic'ians hopelessly battered upon their walls, a mighty fortress they had built, and from bricks of steel, and mortar of iron they had forged a palace, a HIVEchan, and the corpses of the Epic'ian's littered the field as wave upon wave was broken by the cruel weaponry of the Jury.
The Epic'ians fought hopelessly to their doom, and the Jury was wrapped in the blood of their brethren.
For a single being was this war raged, and from this single spark the fuel for the fire leaped into a burning inferno.
The Epic'ians and the Jury fought to the bitterest of ends, and soon the war spread to engulf the whole of the HIVE.
There was chaos amongst the order, and the order was destroyed.
The old system fell, friends were split apart, and the spirits of many were broken upon the altars of bannadar.
Rebellion and dissent made their way amongst the streets, and the plague of anarchy burst forth as livid, puss filled sores upon all who's bodies were not burned or banished.
It was then, that in the peak of the fevered battle, that a still voice like a whisper on the wind spoke...and the hearts of these warring factions turned aside from their hatred, if not for a mere moment, and they beheld the fruits of their destruction.
The HIVE was destroyed, the forums were ablaze, the resource gardens filled with ash, the temple of roleplay was desecrated, and a great chasm had split the earth below in twain...
It was then, that the Epic'ians and the Jury were able to make peace, and in a tenuous harmony, were able to place the HIVE upon the path, to its former glory.
And so it shall be, that the HIVE shall return to its shining place amongst the stars, and so it shall be, that a great migration will occur, and two clans shall arrive to give praise to Ralle, and to give alms to the HIVE.
They shall come from far and wide.
From the west, shall come many who seek to escape a great and terrible Terror that shall rise from the depths, upon the day, that a sign of doom strikes the earth.
From the east, shall come those who mold the stars in an ancient and wondrous craft.
And so the HIVE shall be reborn, and shall shine once again.
-The War of Wrath- 7:67-
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Keep up the Prophecies, and don't make me have to clean this thread out before the next one is submitted >.>
