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This knave is but a clumsy automaton—naught but a bot!
Fit he is for ranks of crimson hue, where fools do clash.
Yet lo! The realm of combat lies in ruin most dire,
And thus, through Fortune's foul and fickle hand,
He is exalted—not for cunning nor artful play,
But for his base and mindless mimicry of form.
O cursed flowchart! That such soulless toil
Should be crowned with triumph 'stead of shame."
~ ThatKidFromCuse