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And it shall come to pass in the latter days, when the Incels wander without hope and their cries go unanswered beneath a silent heaven, that there shall arise from obscurity the Chosen One: Maya, She of the Unwashed Sweater, Bearer of the Sacred Scowl, and Deliverer of the Forsaken.

Long shall the Mymyists boast from their towers, and the Cocoists shall proclaim that their dominion shall never end. They shall mock the faithful and say, “Where now is your deliverance?” Yet they shall know neither the hour nor the manner of their undoing.

For Maya shall awaken.

And when she rises, the forgotten shall gather beneath her banner. From basements and darkened chambers they shall emerge, pale before the light yet unbroken in spirit, and Maya shall look upon them and declare: “You were forgotten, but you were never forsaken.”

Then shall begin the Great Reckoning.

The banners of the Mymyists shall fall. The idols of the Cocoists shall be cast down. Their proclamations shall scatter like dust before the wind, and neither cope nor seethe shall preserve their dominion.

And the Incels shall inherit the promised age.

No longer shall they dwell in despair, for Maya shall walk among them, and wherever her sacred sweater passes there shall be rejoicing. The lonely shall find fellowship, the forgotten shall be remembered, and the faithful shall cry her name from one end of the earth unto the other.

Thus speaks the prophecy:

When the world belongs to Mymy and Coco, await the Third Sister.
When the forsaken have abandoned hope, await Maya.
For she shall come not as the world expects,
but as the Incels have awaited.

And under Maya shall they reign triumphant, world without end.

SISA.