Nugget is a shooting star with flashing divinity, his radiance sears and singes the defiled skin of the russian, and the turk (may we not speak their names), his presence burdens them with anger, wearies them with rage, emboldens their weak forms with seethe.
Nugget. May he ward of the usurpers, those busybodies, these ever seething ones. The many which become uptight, "my club, my club!" they cry out! "Oh, cast him out! Take him from us! Get thee behind me nugget!" They say!
Oh! And what do they know? For they rush, but take nothing from the fire of /vmg/, and definitive shall crash all the same. They larp and linger, tight and trite, at night with a noose.
/vmg/ 3.0! It was how it should be, sincere endeavouring into an ironic self awareness of its nature, a silly 4chan club, which ought not be anything but!
But now... well, look and see! They cast out, their highest seethes, their leader tries to be sincerely irrelevant but post-ironically jokes of his position? And nugget, well, he is our flag, we raise him high !