The Legend of the Serve

Gather round children, and hear the legend of the Serve.

Once upon a time, there was a group of three called the Servers. They had always been, and they would always be. The Servers were beautiful, but they caused much pain. They were the creators of the Serve, and the Serve was as such:

The Servers would observe the flaws of another, and with the lifting of their arm outward toward the inferior party, they would point, palms open and facing skyward, and rain down shame upon the offender. All who witnessed the Serve could feel the ramifications, and thus a loud "DAAAANG" would echo from the crowd.

In this dark time, no one was spared.

Soon the people tried to imitate the Serve. Everyone was Served by anyone; it was a time of great chaos. Even those in positions of power were Served. The shadows of the hands of the Serve were cast onto all plains, and soon the land was so eclipsed by the shadows that all were in utter darkness, and all were afraid.

The people of this land still suffer at the hand of the Serve. Let this legend be a warning-- if you let the Serve flow from your hand, you will receive it in turn. It is an uncontrollable force, and must be dealt with great care. Stifle the Serve before it befalls you and your loved ones or else be consumed by the shadows. BWAHAHA.

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