Translated by Doug Burkett
And it would often come to pass that the mild and abiding ways of the people were often disturbed and cast asunder by the trolls, spammers and twits, especially in the deep nights of the days of rest. And their posts would be foul, and profane, and certainly off-topic, and they reveled and cavorted in an orgy of wanton abandon. And their obscene destruction did deeply offend the good people, even such that some of good will did weaken and take part, though they regretted it much.
And in the deepest, darkest hour of night, the DG was all waste, and there was naught but nonsense. And one of the common people, with no name, watched, and became angry, and cold, and said 'this is my home; I will not surrender it to these base cowards'. And he loosed the flood, and it rolled over the DG, and one by one the posts of the debasers were dispatched to the void, and though the debasers were legion and fought back with evil, he persevered wordlessly against their attacks, and he was victorious.
And the debasers returned not for those days of rest, and the good people ventured back, and they asked 'who among us has made this flood, and for good or ill?', but he was silent.
So ends the reading.
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