And so it is written, and so it shall pass.
In the sacred text of captcha, a single scribed phrase
gave birth to he who slumbered beneath the mindpool.
A torrent of clashing opinions, misguided rage,
minds twisted and rational, and the laughter of the masses.
He fed upon these until he was fat with their juices.
And lo, his message appeared to the first disciple.
Fenrizz, the harbinger of his glory and wrath, he who was
tasked with spreading fear and appreciation of the sacred name.
And thus it was written and thus it has passed,
the seeds of Him shall be sown into the minds
of those who take refuge from reality in fantasy.
They shall lift him on high, obeying his will,
and savoring the nectar of his gifts.
The gift of the Age of Zationth.
Let the worship of the chosen pour upon him.
Let the unfaithful tremble with fear in his wake.
Urthdat lives.
-Urthdat 1