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==== The Prophecy ====
{{Quote|''''PANDORA IS GIRARDT<ref>{{Cite message|author='''girard'''|date=November 22, 2023|content=PANDORA IS GIRARDT|server=69SwagBalls420 Cord|channel='''🔪-girards-torture-chamber'''|link=https://discord.com/channels/938728183203758080/1171575756695019665/1176661251091337227}}</ref>'''|Girard}}[[File:Thermwars.jpeg|thumb|'''girard''' calls back to his prophecy on November 24, strengthening the belief that thermonuclear war would take place on '''December 8'''.|214x214px]]The man of metal speaks in riddles. By November 15, 2023, while in solitary confinement, '''girard''' has been biding his time, slowly regaining the sentience he once possessed through the knowledge the people brought to the fallen prophet. As the messages gradually started to take on more meaning, '''girard'''<nowiki/>'s popularity as the server comedian hit an ever-high spike. Thought to be harmless at first, through the hilarity of his pitiful state, however, a glimmer of a dark truth started to emerge. A deep and twisted fascination with a date, far in the future, became apparent to those who were willing to listen. '''December 8'''. Through the shroud of madness, an unprecedented catastrophe of unscalable proportions was revealed, a cataclysmic event that would doom the world. The '''Macromaniac Wars'''.<ref group="editor's note">add note about references from Vibe and others about '''the War...''' many months prior to the event - '''Walt'''</ref>

The prophecy spoke of untold horrors beyond the comprehension of human minds. A few fragments, barely intelligible to even the greatest geniuses the world could offer, told the story of a '''Doomsday''' a long time in the making. Nuclear bombs, man's creation, the mortal race that had so arrogantly believed themselves to be able to subdue the ruler of this world, would ravage the ground, innocent<ref group="note">And yet, after what was done to '''girard''', could any '''SwagBaller''' be considered innocent?</ref> blood soak the soil, painting it deep red, and nothing again would sprout from the salted earth, barren and empty, ready to be molded by the '''Great One'''. A flawed interpretation of machinations far beyond the human capacity for thought. No man knows the day or the hour. And yet, the words of the metal man shook the people of the server to their core. '''God''' '''save us all.'''