In the beginning
there was the blogosphere
much furor and fanfare
And “bears, bears, bears”
a public war waged
on goldsellers and bots
Banhammer wielded
with nary a thought
My Marauder was cool
his multipurpose arm
a triple-changing tool
But asymmetry and class balance
mixed much like oil and water
Bright Wizards and Warrior Priests
Need more be said?
Lambs to a slaughter
Thematically, Destruction
an alliance of disparate parts
fit much like an orc in a pleasure house
Petty, pretty Legolases
Why would they fly their banner with brutes?
For Chaos, the glory of naked men
The Tome of Knowledge
Inspired, but ill-explored
PvPers do not read
Thick encyclopedias
Public quests, much publicized
held hostage to the holy trinity
seen only by local leveling eyes
Castle sieges promised splendour
But the machinery proved merely scenery
How were we to defend from that?
So two zergs ate each others’ leavings
but never met
Yes, once, there were zergs
but Oceania is ever whimsical
and the crowds washed away
in mere months
lag and engine troubles
ended an endgame
‘ere it bloomed
The players left the open world
for closeted playgrounds
fun in short spurts
Scenarios full of sound and fury
signifying very little in the end
Six levels shy of max
I asked myself
if there was reason to repeat
more of the same
to simply increment a number
for the sake of slaying someone
with an even higher number
The rest is history
T’was only sound on paper
It did not do well, crushed
between an age of barbarians and winged daevas
attracting attention away
The problem with subscriptions
For most, there can be only one
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