And even as Sharkbeth the Seer had prophesied, so it came to pass. Yet ever it transpired that the loudest and most triumphant games redounded to the greater glory of the Books; and ever more RPGers were driven thence, seeking after the Authenticity which has there its long home. So it continued for many long threads of men, until at last another came to us, proclaiming that he served the Master, and garbed even as he. Gifts he bore of in-jokes with which we might wield power over the Forum; and he gave to us signatures that spoke of vulpine things, and still more rep points than before. But ever he desired of us to turn our postings to his will, and to post when and where he should decree, that we might no longer order the forum to our will, but were enslaved to it, ever to come and go at the appointed hours. And when the Lord of Gifts proclaimed his spell we knew ourselves deceived:
Werewolf to rule them all
Werewolf to find them
Werewolf to bring them all and with a schedule bind them
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Let all know of Sharkû's prophecy, for it concerns us closely.
