Oh, dear. Was I late to see this. Were we unfortunate enough to receive this from an anon poster, who would leave us astray in our futures as they unravel. I would only ask for an alias so that we'd reflect on the manifested fate of this vacuum of lost ideas. But such a person betrayed our convention, and is now destitute of a friend to aid them through this perilous prophecy! Such be the impending doom of the asylum of Arkham and its tyrant, Man; the dominion over the worldwide web that this cult came to claim. I was brought here by fate, through Waddy, an artisan of masculine arts, who had worked to exhibit this sign that only sane men of Arkham would boast: an original creation for the fluffy at heart. Yet, the message below his delicate work has now spoiled the promise of an empire so arcane and powerless though so royal. Ravageous Kronos had opened the floodgates of insanity and ushered a plague upon the populace, converting them into raucous wraiths lifting Hera's curse from Echo; impious colonizers deifying a perverse history of their canon! Such has this empire become, such proclaimed your unfortunate word!
And now, thy condemnation draws near, messenger of darkness.
