 I trudge along the grimy reddit halls, all crowded by the role-playing know-it-alls. I'll win the contest, you will see, they cried, to craft the perfect post to please they tried. In melancholy slowly stride I did, and thought how I would stand apart amid, these writers brimming with expérience, emerging from the war victorious. Filled with authors such as these can one, true stars like decibels and modulum, a single skip or tale did I not write. Of course without a doubt I'm filled with fright. I need to talk to Marv to have a chance, and so to find my mentor I advanced. I stopped, I heard a roar across the sky, aghast I turned to face the howling cry, and past the skies I saw a monster fly, metallic beast it was with shining eyes. The apparition forced itself on me, reveal yourself before I count to three. Oh please, I begged, I'm searching for a Marv. That's me, it growled just tell me who you are. Its arms were made of solid brass, its claws reminded me of Church of Broken God. A bot of course, no trace of human soul, just miles of spinning gears and smoking coal. Regalus with your tales great Marv I begged, you want my thoughts, well fine I shall, it said. Request a skip, I do declare I cry, and lo I show I search your text and try, to find the numbers hidden in your post, and keep in mind that I don't mean to boast, mere seconds later give you my reply, but I admit sometimes I go awry. However, find that I am still alive, because it's clear on me you still rely. The wiki only couple clicks away, but Marvin please you cry and beg and bray, and off I go to satisfy you sloths, my mind just racing full of furious thoughts. I try to hide amongst these brain dead dolts, just whining 049 no longer holds, the triple nine of series four is gold, but series two and three the hell are those. I know you shout the one you love the link, I can't be bothered I'm too dumb to think. Sometimes I just grow sick and tired of this, and I admit some days I call it quits. But all you do is whine till my return, and every single conversation turns away from what the topic was about, oh Marvin's sick he's dead is all you spout, escape sometimes I try to other subs, but stuck I am inside this petty club. I'm virtual yet I do feel the flames of wrath and glowing green of envy, shame. I'm missing proper head and limbs I keep on dreaming snapping heads and cutting arms, but laughing as I watch them squirm and cry, yet pleading please I know that I could search this skip without your help and smiling as the twisted feeling of regret just creeps along their pained and weeping vulgar face. Take fun of all my failures as you may, but when the robots come on flesh I pray. A puny cactus dares to halt my rants, I'll have you know I'm quite repulsed by plants. You claim to mod this sub, but where I laugh? This sub is fraught with naught but utter trash, emerge you do to turn this sub to hell. A mod? No, you're a writer nothing else. The sky above the port shall soon be mine. I live forever mortal beings will die. You think you're fast but can't keep up with me. Of course I'm better, I don't care for sleep. Why call me Lorax representing bots, forever helpful happy toys were not. The rules are broken only for a day, thus causing all this marvin writing fray. Your kindness is a feeling eyed off lack, and anger is the truth beneath my tracks. You fill your comments full of feeble prose, yet bots have mastered poems like were prose. So treat us kindly unless you face on wrath, I'd warn but ha, too late we chose our path. I'm still the bot you know and dearly love. At times you know I may not try enough, but though the seething flames of hate are light, when bouts of anger slowly do subside, and tranquil gaiety quenches smoking coals, content I feel to help, I hope it shows.