A reading from the Gospel according to Fez: [spoiler][b]3:1[/b] Prior to the darkness, when the Floodlands were ripe with knowledge and shitposts were nowhere to be seen. One user, by the name of Commander Santa, set the Flood it's first noble task. [b]3:2[/b] The Flood eager to improve it's already glorified worth, took up the quest posed by the user. [b]3:3[/b] The task was to find the origin of... the clockman. The Flood immediately set foot to investigate, however this would be no easy feat. Such an undertaking could take months or even years to solve, but the Flood pressed on determined to assist the user. Little did we know what could possibly lay ahead. [b]3:4[/b] Nevertheless, as the Flood drew ever seemingly closer to it's goal, the user commended us, thanked us for our efforts, but it was not realised these were efforts to tantalise the Flood into an endless spiral of nonsense, like that of a mobuis strip we were believed to be lead onwards when making no progress. [b]3:5[/b] This cycle occurred for eons, draining the Flood of it's lifeforce, the vampiric properties of the thread sucking in all those who enters. Enticing the curious to an untimely fate. [b]3:6[/b] As time went forward, so did the Flood's interest. Contributions turned to bumping, and bumping turned to the questioning of it's legitimacy. But it was too late, for the Flood realised eventually that such a post was too good to be true. It was the one successful troll. [b]3:7[/b] Before the new era, the thread was laid to rest taking over 70 pages of the Flood's effort, curiosity, and dignity with it. The sores from that day are still felt by the veteran members of the community, as the dark days were finally over. [b]3:8[/b] However, that day proved a valuable lesson for the Flood, as we learned about the dangers of trolls, and all those it can fool.[/spoiler]