That it runs on the wasted dreams of WoW addicts and crushes the spirits of npcs who refuse to play anything but kobalds?
That it rolls from town to town every full moon, packed to the brim with foam swords forged in Hell itself?
That it crashes through park gates with a terrible howl and spills its nerdy contents upon an unprepared populace?
Yes, we've all heard the tales, and those who have survived encounters with the beast whisper what their battered minds can still recall in shadowed corners, afraid that if they speak its name too loudly, it will rise again from its slumber.