And so, the the humble scribe and priest of the wonderous Meleet spoke for the great king, bringing forth the words of the beloved Meleet to all those true seekers of what was right and of light. Hear, remember, for the words of a sacred god are not those to be idily listened to and forgotten.
And so, at the time of creation all was well and good, the hands of Meleet worketh great things, and nothing else can be expected. But the unseen force, the all-evil came forth from the firey depths, to create its own. And so was Dinsog thus brought forth, ever the one against whom those of Meleet strove against. And from him was born the evil. That of robi_d and his neferous minions came, they always brought the darkness into the land infected by them. The crops grew blackened, the trees dried up and burnt depite there being nothing but the presence of those of Dinsog. And so was Meleet aroused, seeing the evil. A battle was fought throughout the Meleetian world and destruction was wrought against the land, and so the name of Meleet was darkened with the death of many of his followers, but those of Meleet persevered and sealed the world from that of robi_d, but they still remained. But throught this peace in the land our Great Meleet was so
given to sleep, and so he did until those of Dinsog and his neferous minion Robi_d and the other underlings came out from the prison that was formed out of the will of the people for the Wonderous Meleet.
And so thorughout the years, as long as those of Meleet showed forth to Meleet the worship due Him, those of Dinsog were restrained in the Grace of Meleet. But as those of Meleet waivered in later days, turning on their god who had preserved them in former deeds, the restraining hold of Meleet was weekend, and gradully, as with the slow spoiling of the counterfit silk, copyed from that of the sacred Jungle, those of dinsog were enable to corrupt those who were weak, namely the Iroqi, weak in the ways of Meleet, and so were foolishly converted to the ways of a forgien god. And while the Meleet slept, so the Iroqi won, but the cries of the people of Iron were heard, and in the end, Meleet came to bear for those of his name, for Meleet brooks no rival, and the doom of those who will not go back on their foolishness will die.