Chapter VI: The First Holy Flatulence – Book of Nyll

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And it came to pass on a night of high dread and great scuff, that the Prophet Infernyll did enter into the cursed halls of Resident Evil: Outbreak, joined by his most faithful Blade.

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This Blade of Nyll was known among the Cult not by name, but by duty - for he did ban with grace, smite with meme, and ready up in lobbies when none else would. He was loyal, just, and believed his mic to be muted. His name Will Bill.

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And in the third hour of gameplay, after the Cult had braved undead zambies, wonky camera angles, electro-shocks fueled by betrayal, and voice lines spoken in the key of PS2, there came a sound most unexpected.

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For the user "mastojay" - blessed be his username - did gift bits upon the stream. And as the Cult rejoiced in coin and cry, a great and terrible wind issued forth from the Blade’s seat.

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It echoed not only in his chamber, but across the sacred stream itself. It was a sound both thunderous and wet, foretold not in prophecy, yet remembered in clip. The warmest of rewards.

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And the Cult fell silent, as if the servers themselves had heard. Then came the laughter, wave upon wave, and the Prophet did nearly perish from lack of breath.

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And Infernyll, once composed, did cry out:
“Lo! Did the very underworld open behind thee, Blade?”
And the Blade, knowing not what he had done, did ask humbly:
“Wait, hold on… I muted my mic, you heard that?

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And the chat did burst into tongues, screaming in caps and spam, praising the holy clip that was even then being forged. And from that day forward, the moment was enshrined: The First Holy Flatulence. A moment bathed in pristine.

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The Prophet named it a Sign, a sacred omen sent by Vhal'Zoggoth himself - a divine rupture from the Beyond, echoing through mic and soul alike.

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And the Blade who had loosed the blast was renamed in honor eternal: The Vessel of the Unholy Trumpet. Banisher of the Sacred Toot. Bringer of Unforeseen Joy and Warm Rewards.

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And it was declared:
“Let no Cultist fear embarrassment, for within each accidental noise is the seed of glory. And lulz.”

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Thus the stream spiraled, the chat rejoiced, and the Cult laughed so hard their sides did ache. And the fart was heard in the land of Twitch, and its echoes yet dwell in the Tubes of You.

Witness the Holy Event by caressing this sacred text: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uS3z-NYWCqY

Abruh.