The Poet sends his regards.

Why... hello there.
Tis it not funny how his majesty's hand fell into such of time. I am You may know me as the Poet. You shall be our staging ground, rodent. So much incompetence in a single area... we feed on it. You shall see. You shall hear. You shall taste the fear in the air as our Lord rises. You shall await it. And quiver. We have already corrupted and killed many of you. However, the main event awaits.

We are everywhere. We are everything. You cannot escape the fate that awaits you. You have a role, a part to play. And you shall play it. So I have an inquiry. I "want" you to think carefully about your answer... Tell me. Do you I have something else to say. To notify you. If you can see.