It began with the forging of the great rings;
3 were given to the mods,
7 to the wiki people,
and 9 to the race of ZUers,
who above all else, desire power.
For within these rings,
was the strength and will to govern the games of mafia.
But they all were deceived, for another ring was made.
A master ring, to control all others;
one ring to rule them all.
Some things that should not have been forgotten were lost.
History became legend,
and legend became myth.
For full effect, listen while reading.
The grass was a brilliant green, and the smell of good food and ale danced through your nostrils. Laughter and conversation could be heard in all directions, and the boom of fireworks echoed from a cart in the distance. Everyone was gathering for a celebration, and there was none who did it better than those who gathered on this day.
With a bountiful supply of halfling’s leaf , you head over to the party. After hearing only a few good tales (and enjoying more than enough pints), you notice a commotion in the distance by a white tent. Curious, you move through the crowd until a sea of grief washes over you…
Bimbo Buffsong, a Hobbit, was dead.
“This was no accident” could be heard on someone’s breathe.