oGhOsTo
27th November 2003, 19:08
(a slight modification of Edgar Allan Poe's 'The Raven')
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I played so weak and weary,
rounds'n rounds on maps like Tobruk, Wake, Berlin and Stalingrad.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping on my ICQ.
`'Tis a Harlequin,' I muttered, `coming on with naught to do
but Bf1942'.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak september,
And each separate dying member asked for Ghost to join their team.
Eagerly I wished for playing; - not so much their constant gaying
Nonetheless I needed action - action on the battleground -
alas the publics only offered gays and retards, nothing more,
I'd become a statpage whore.
And the spandex lads and lasses, preying on the public masses,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic tactics never seen before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I like competing
`'There's no reason why I couldn't join them for a game or two.
There's no reason why I shouldn't join them for a game or two; -
even IF they smell like poo,'
Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Spam,' said I, `or Tyler, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, it's so boring, all the raping and the whoring,
that I'll gladly wear the spandex, and the jingly hat to boot,
If I yell too much on teamspeak' - `you can simply opt to mute.´
And the Harlequins said `WooT!´
Now we climb the CB ladder, getting better, growing phatter.
Winning, dreaming dreams no player ever dared to dream to dream before
We are battling blokes and bitches, fond of cheats and hacks and glitches.
And the only word now spoken is the whispered words, `you whore!'
This I whisper, and an echo murmurs back the word, `You whore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Finally, everyone is learning, planes and tanks alike be burning, once the Harlequins are turning on their PCs for the war.
`Clearly,' says I, `clearly that is something everyone should know;
If they don't we will permit them, and this mystery explore -
Challenges, oh please submit them, and this mystery explore; -
'all in all, I'm still a whore!'
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I played so weak and weary,
rounds'n rounds on maps like Tobruk, Wake, Berlin and Stalingrad.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping on my ICQ.
`'Tis a Harlequin,' I muttered, `coming on with naught to do
but Bf1942'.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak september,
And each separate dying member asked for Ghost to join their team.
Eagerly I wished for playing; - not so much their constant gaying
Nonetheless I needed action - action on the battleground -
alas the publics only offered gays and retards, nothing more,
I'd become a statpage whore.
And the spandex lads and lasses, preying on the public masses,
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic tactics never seen before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I like competing
`'There's no reason why I couldn't join them for a game or two.
There's no reason why I shouldn't join them for a game or two; -
even IF they smell like poo,'
Presently my heart grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Spam,' said I, `or Tyler, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is, it's so boring, all the raping and the whoring,
that I'll gladly wear the spandex, and the jingly hat to boot,
If I yell too much on teamspeak' - `you can simply opt to mute.´
And the Harlequins said `WooT!´
Now we climb the CB ladder, getting better, growing phatter.
Winning, dreaming dreams no player ever dared to dream to dream before
We are battling blokes and bitches, fond of cheats and hacks and glitches.
And the only word now spoken is the whispered words, `you whore!'
This I whisper, and an echo murmurs back the word, `You whore!'
Merely this and nothing more.
Finally, everyone is learning, planes and tanks alike be burning, once the Harlequins are turning on their PCs for the war.
`Clearly,' says I, `clearly that is something everyone should know;
If they don't we will permit them, and this mystery explore -
Challenges, oh please submit them, and this mystery explore; -
'all in all, I'm still a whore!'