Chris the divine god of RNG and the zombie apocalypse

Chris the divine god of RNG rises from his golden office chair,
As he looks over the world and sees many in despair,
A zombie apocalypse has happened over night,
Most have lost hope, because they know not, Chris Wilson's might,

He descends from his office on a cloud, a massive loot mist,
It rains Mirrors and Exalted Orbs, as he equips his fishing rod and begins to fish,
The zombies hear the sound of his bait,
As they come, creeping to their fate,

One bites and Chris reels it in,
Banishing it to the Chamber of Sin,
As Chris reloads his hook, many more come to attack,
But little do they know, Chris' RNG begins to stack,

He uses a Mirror of Kalandra right on his face,
Many times over and creates an entire Chris Wilson race,
They raise their fishing rods as thunder sounds,
And swing with a vengeance knocking hundreds of zombies to the ground,

Then, the original Chris exalts himself for all zombies to see,
Becoming the embodiment of true, pure RNG,
He shines with radiance and the zombies implode,
He slayed them all without any allocated passive nodes,

With the world saved and hundreds of Chris Wilsons to watch over mankind,
Chris returns to his office, saying "For loot you must grind!".