Mods are asleep, it's time to post hymnal chants meant to praise the forgotten gods.
Mods are asleep, it's time to comment on photos with the passwords of government databases.
Mods are asleep, it's time to use the wi-fi signal to steal nightmares from children so they may rest.
Mods are asleep, it's time to release those nightmares into the ocean, their natural habitat.
Mods are asleep, it's time to exchange favors of fortune for the usernames of chat lurkers.
Mods are asleep, it's time to lobby for new buildings to be constructed with less iron.
Mods are asleep, it's time to livestream the tranquil groves that humans can't reach.
Mods are asleep,
but we never are.
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