Count to a million.

It is not the Troll-Kagan walking the earth,
Nor the evil spammer straining his voice,
It is the cunning and mighty Fluder-bogatyr
Who decided to seize the General lands,
He went out into the open field,
And cried out in his booming voice:
"Hark, brothers, all ye HeroesWorld folk,
Hark, players and fluders,
Enough for us to beg in the flood,
To beg in pointless chatter,
Let us establish, brothers, a new topic,
A topic called the 'Counter'!"
And they created that new topic,
A new and merry topic,
With a simple rule, only one,
"Whoever writes, let them put forth a number,"
And days flowed there, days and months,
Days and months, swiftly fleeting,
And the topic rose above the others,
Above the others, and not the fluder ones,
And it gathered over a thousand pages,
If not more, and posts uncounted,
And then our HeroesWorld began to glitch,
And Tengro said: "Brothers!
We suffer troubles because of the Counter,
We suffer grievous troubles,
Let us gather, brothers, many signatures,
For the closure of that evil topic!"
And the collection of those signatures was long,
Both long and arduous,
And the mighty fluders assembled,
And decided to stop the signature collection,
But a mighty giant heard the wretched,
A hacker-fellow by name,
And he said to them: "Hey, you wretched ones!
I shall fulfill your will,
I will delete that malicious topic,
Only don't complain to me afterwards!"
And the hacker-fellow erased
That evil and unclean topic,
And everyone wept bitter tears,
But the hacker did not bring it back,
And from then on, the Flood was empty,
And dead, and joyless,
And people only found solace in the chat,
And from then on, they say, the hacker grew wicked,
Wicked and intolerant,
He grew to dislike fluders from that day,
And how it ended - you know yourselves!