The Days of Old
by Mark Muffalo
I still recall the days of old,
Rocket speaking, Barkles' hold.
The hype, the stress, the server start,
the fear, the mere waiting to start.
The waiting to start, a story unfolds,
the spawning, the running, the yelling, so close,
the admins, the mods, the SA's, the players,
all with 0 hours, wondrous stares.
And yet through it all, the server stood,
hundreds of players through bad, through good.
But now it's time to say our goodbyes,
my friend, my lover, I bid you goodnight.