The world has changed,
I feel it in the water,
I feel it in the earth,
I smell it in the air,
Much that once was is lost,
For none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Rings,
Three Rings were given to the Elves,
Immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings,
Seven to the Dwarf Lords,
Great Miners and Craftsmen of the Mountain Halls,
And nine, nine Rings gifted to the Race of Men,
Who above all else desired power.
-* Ah crap wrong script*-
*Lets try that again*
Total War Center has changed,
I feel it in the Curia,
I feel it in the Forums,
I smell it in the Threads,
Much that once was is lost,
For none now live who remember it.
It began with the forging of the Great Moderators,
Three Moderators were given to the Rome Total War Fans,
Ancient, cunning and fairest of all beings,
Seven to the Medieval Total War Lords,
Great Players and craftsmen of the Magnificent Mods,
And nine, nine Moderators gifted to the Common Community,
Who above all else desired to Spam "Alexander vs Caesar" topics.
For within these Moderators was bound the strength and will to govern each Thread.
But they were all of them deceived,
For another Moderator was made,
In the Land of Spamore,
In the fires of Mount Troll,
The Dark Lord Selenius forged in secret a Master Moderator,
To control all others,
And into this Moderator he poured his cruelty,
His malice,
And his will to dominate all life,
One Moderator to PWN Them All.
One by one the Free Threads of Total War Center fell to power of Moderator,
But there was some who resisted,
A last Alliance of Citizens and Patricians,
Marched against the Armies of Spamore,
And on the slopes of Mount Troll,
They fought for the freedom of Total War Center.
Victory was near,
But the power of the Moderator,
Could not be undone,
It was in the moment,
When all hope had faded,
That Bulgaroctonus, Son of the King,
Took up his Father’s sword…
Selenius, the enemy of the Free Peoples of Total War Center,
was defeated,
The Moderator then passed to Bulgaroctonus,
Who had the one chance to destroy evil forever,
But the hearts of Men are easily corrupted,
And the Moderator of PWN has a will of its own.
It betrayed Bulgaroctonus,
To his death,
And somethings that should not be forgotten,
Were Lost,
History became Legend,
Legend became Myth,
And for two hand a half thousand years,
The Moderator passed out of all knowledge.
Until chance came,
It ensnared a new bearer.
The Moderator came to the creature Hex,
Who took it deep into the tunnels of the misty mountains(Bennachie Aberdeenshire),
And there it consumed Him,
The Moderator brought to Hex,
Unnatural long life,
For 500 years it poisoned his mind.
And in the gloom in Hex’s cave,
It waited.
Darkness crept back into the forests of the world,
Rumour grew of a shadow in the East,
Whispers of a Nameless Fear,
And the Moderator of PWN perceived,
Its time had now come,
It abandoned Hex,
But something happened the Moderator did not intend,
It was picked up by the most unlikely creature imaginable,
A Content Staffer,
Sir Dinadan of the Legion of Rahl,
For the time would soon come,
when Content Staffers will shape the fortunes of all.
Will they really? Not if the evil Selenius has anything to do with it!
So end is really nigh, The Eagle Standard has its own shiny new Blog to record the crazy nonesense we madmen get up to in our hidden halls in the content forum. Rest assured however, with me in control it wont remain very shiny for long!
You can expect to read alot more of this sort of shenanigans, as I continue to write up fictitious stories and who knows some of the others might just join in! The possibilities are endless!
Well not really endless, they either will or wont its that simple