Chapter II: The Rise of the Modguard – Book of Nyll

2:1

And lo, the Cult of Nyll did multiply (from 4 to 8), as viewers begat lurkers, and lurkers begat chatters, and chatters begat chaos. And the Prophet did gaze upon his twitching flock, agog and aghast, and said unto himself:
“Verily, this chat is most unhinged.”

2:2

For trolls had slithered in like serpents of poor takes, and bots did speak in tongues of crypto and the purchasing of cultists. The spam was great, and lo, the emote walls did overflow their bounds.

2:3

Thus did Infernyll call upon his most ancient allies—companions of old, who had survived with him the cursed lobbies of yore, the cursed Steam sales of 2020, and that one survival game no one ever finished.

2:4

These sacred few he raised above the rabble and did anoint them with holy swords. They became known henceforth as the Modguard: Keepers of Chat, Banishers of Trolls, Clickers of Things Mid-Stream Without Asking First, Clippers of Lols.

2:5

And their order was given a most solemn and powerful name:
The Blades of Nyll.

2:6

Their duties were many: to smite the unholy spammers, to silence the cursed backseaters, to guide the faithful with !commands when the Prophet could not, and to annoy the shit out of the Prophet when lulz were requiredeth.

2:7

They did whisper amongst themselves in the Modchat Catacombs, a place where no viewer dared peek, and memes too powerful for public release were stored.

2:8

The Cult did honor them with reverence (and occasional roasting), and they became both feared and beloved—like eldritch hall monitors with admin access.

2:9

And Infernyll decreed:
“Let no Cultist test the Blades of Nyll, for they wield the Banhammer of Righteousness and the Sacred Timeout of Ten Minutes.”

2:10

And the Cult replied in unison,
“blessed-ban-hammer.jpeg. Abruh.”