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We must not allow the fallen one to rise again.
It is with regret, and sadness, that I must make this decision.
Shining brightly as he fell into the abyss, he is forever missed, forever loved.
And as we proclaim the number 6 three times in succession he shall return anew.
A new era would begin.
But as sentinels of this plane, watched carefully by the gods, we must be selfless, even immoral.
But perhaps one day he shall walk among us again.
On our backs, in our hearts, Weeaboo Name.