The Story Of Mine

The story of me, a dear friend, and a forgotten history.
For once there was a small wiki, secluded and peaceful. 
A man edited daily, happy as usual.
Everything fell apart as the arguments raided the wiki.
All the troubles came from the neighboring wikis.
His wiki fell, his account blocked.
The raging man embarked on his revengeful journey.
He banded up, vandalized.
Got blocked thrice, globally.
Before the leader reached him.
He taught him survival, skills of a vandal,
recruiting him as a part of his team.
Consisted of the worst nefarious vandals, 
they hit hard, hit fast, going on within.
He learnt so much, studying codings,
whilst stalking and understanding wikis.
He became skilled, experienced.
The man was aggressive, hell bent on revenge.
His loss in Wikia left him bitter.
He raged, yelled, striking wikis.
Blanked, spammed, insulted.
He delved into darkness, sunk as he went on,
spammed wikis with all he'd got.
Dramas raged on. Wars erupted.
He kept on and on.
He was still going, pursuing his goal.
Crushing wikis, as he learnt from them.
Before he finally met another wiki.
The fateful one, left him in peace.
He started healing, the kindness smoothing his wounds.
He met friends, establishing the bonds.
Settling down, he had found a place to live.
Even when the dramas came,
he even helped to fight back.
Destiny came, and now,
even this wiki got deleted.
The second loss of this wiki left him in hate,
he returned to his path of hatred.
Manipulating events, fiddling with others,
he made wikis fall, vandalized so hard,
even some of them abandoned theirs.
His promotion of hate was so great, 
he even manipulated others, a worthy disciple.
Teaching him of all the leader taught him.
He started programs, recruitment started,
leading a small group of vandals, seeking for their hatred.
It got famed, even known in multiple wikis.
Everything took heel-face turns,
even the trusted could get to leave.
He was betrayed, the belief denied,
left out by his disciple.
The traitor soon disappeared.
Left with nothing, the man wandered,
before he looked back.
He had lost a lot, maybe even more,
still tracked down by the enemies.
Looking back, he was such a failure,
unable to protect his own wiki, along his friends.
His life was filled with melancholy.
He went through wikis, contributing a few,
seeking on his road of redemption. 
What would the end turn out to be? Time will tell.
In time, he would go for the second sequel,
the one that overshadows the failure of the first.
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