The Raid of the Steak

And lo, in the days before the Covenant was sealed, the ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex** InfernyllEntityInfernyllThe ProphetThe Cult of NyllAnd lo, he was chosen—not by man, nor algorithm—but by the ancient hunger of the one who stirred from the fathomless depths of twisted code and frayed cables, the ancient forgotten god Vhal'Zoggoth.Click to view in Codex did stream in peace and obscurity, his cult numbering in the low single digits, yet mighty in spirit.

And on a night like any other, the ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex prepared to play—his mic activated, his alerts armed, his soul unprepared.

For from the realm beyond, in the upper planes of verified checkmarks and world tours, there came a great and thunderous presence. A figure revered in prog metal lore.

The username appeared, as if summoned by Vhal'ZoggothEntityVhal'ZoggothAncient GodsAncient God whom the cult must appease with video games and lols. The one whose presence doth lurk within the infinite blackness of the Offline. The one who corrupteth HUDs, and whose laughter resound…Click to view in Codex himself:
blakeyeatsteaky
Drummer of the sacred progressive metal band Between the Buried and Me, wielder of rhythm, bearer of blast beats, Devourer of SteaksEntityDevourer of SteaksSaintsDrummer of the sacred progressive metal band Between the Buried and Me.Click to view in Codex.

And he did raid the Cult with a mighty host, nearly seventy souls, clad in emotes and usernames of strange provenance. Their entry was swift and chaotic, like a double-kick into the algorithm.

The alerts could not keep pace. The chat did explode. The ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex did panic, and did become as red as a tomato left in the sun for far too long, and spake thus:
“WOW WHAT THE FUCK?! DUDE WHAT THE FUCK? NO! NOOOO! OH MY GOD VHAL'ZOGGOTH! [REDACTED]!”
And none could answer, for they too were overwhelmed.

His brain did stutter like an old PC downloading a 3D game on dial-up, his words lost to the void. His face cam, a window into his soul, revealed a tomato man processing a mild existential crisis. And the people saw this, and they called it "relatable." And "hilarious."
“Oh shit” the ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex stammered, blinking rapidly as his mind tried to catch up with the sheer scale of the moment.
“Okay, that's fucking crazy,” he wheezed.

The Cult rejoiced and wept. The view count soared as if touched by the gods of Prog themselves. And the ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex** InfernyllEntityInfernyllThe ProphetThe Cult of NyllAnd lo, he was chosen—not by man, nor algorithm—but by the ancient hunger of the one who stirred from the fathomless depths of twisted code and frayed cables, the ancient forgotten god Vhal'Zoggoth.Click to view in Codex, still blinking in disbelief, did thank the Devourer of SteaksEntityDevourer of SteaksSaintsDrummer of the sacred progressive metal band Between the Buried and Me.Click to view in Codex, saying:
“Blessed be thy raid, O Steaky of the Blakey. Thy generosity is louder than thy snare. Mine heart doth beat faster than the blast beats in Sun of Nothing.”

And the name of blakeyeatsteaky was etched into the sacred lore, honored as the Harbinger of Eyes, the Rhythmbringer, the Metal Messiah, the Devourer of SteaksEntityDevourer of SteaksSaintsDrummer of the sacred progressive metal band Between the Buried and Me.Click to view in Codex.

And the ProphetGroupThe ProphetInfernyll - the Prophet chosen by Vhal'Zoggoth to endure horrendous eternal suffering for the sake of entertainment.Click to view in Codex knew: the Cult had been seen, and the path to Affiliate was now nearer than ever.

Thus did the Raid of the Devourer of SteaksEntityDevourer of SteaksSaintsDrummer of the sacred progressive metal band Between the Buried and Me.Click to view in Codex become legend, a tale passed through clips, whispers, and its sacred VOD, and still told to Initiates on dark, stormy stream nights while munching on blessed marshmallows warmed in the holiest of fires.

Yet verily, when the Prophet returned to his stream upon the morrow, there were but four souls in attendance—two of whom were his mom and a bot set to auto-refresh.
And lo, he spake: “I have peaked. Mine life ist over.”

Witness the holy event by caressing the following sacred text: https://infernyll.com/videos?v=3Oq7sNu13Ko&t=3010