He Trudged through the dirt of technological hell,
walked a giant of a B0T; Folks said Fell,
From up above or some other place,
With cold dead eyes and a fist like a mace.
No one knew much about his past,
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The village of Stag-B0lt He's Protected for years,
a total of 600, say the Engineers.
He Protects the Humble people, no body knows why
At a time when Heroes were of Short supply,
To stuggle 'gainst Evil, his Bolts do Strain,
He will live to Fight, and Do Battle once, again.
- The Enchiridion of Stag-B0Lt as written by the long dead ones.
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