I have only one true leader. He shines with a glory no others can match. We exist by his benevolence. He could lay waste to an entire army with a mere glance. The exotic weapons fall at his feet, and he laughs at those below him who wish to have just one. He is the Fate of the Fallen, the Horror of the Hive, the Viscerator of the Vex, and the Conqueror of the Cabal. He is the monster of the Crucible. For him, Blue engrams only produce purple and purple, yellow. To look upon him is to see your sight taken. The solar system bends under his almighty step. He crushes the Random Prophet under his gleaming boots. Now he has claimed his rightful throne. The Scourge, the Master, the One, the Hero, the Fear, the Myth, the Destroyer. He goes by many names, but one thing is sure. He rules atop his rightful throne in the [b]Smog of Pluto[/b].

Kill ur self feg u arent totes popz like the rahool he should lead us

You forgot the satire tag