"By dreams of worlds past,

Comes a game of governance,

Lost on how to play.

But then one day there came a great downpour,

With powers ripped and taken far away,

To Fools, with morals bore of happenstance.

So a little grey man takes the country, he breaks it,

Brings about the end, if these fools, they act shit,

If they can't make a choice, dear god, then that's it!

By now was a game called Catan,

Which others felt took far too long,

So they played Parcheesi,

With rules that were breezy,

And each felt the other was wrong.

So eight Fools are given eight shards,

they've gotta decide,

or Osamco will sink the country into the ocean.

And that's the prophecy. :)"

- The Prophecy, 1542–1605