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There was once was a gamer who felt sad and alone,
All he ever wanted was to be well known.
Then he thought of the game he played,
I will do something with this, but what could be made?
There was definitely something this game lacks,
I mean all they ever do is release new mech packs.
Then it came to him, he was so full of pride.
I will dedicate my time to making a guide.
Time had passed and the guide was done,
He admired his work, as it had not been fun.
It was worth it he thought, if it gained him attention.
He used it to join a unit, whose name I won’t mention.
New members had joined to fill their reserves,
The gamer thought they should all give him the respect he deserves.
He showed them his guide and soul did he bare,
But an upstart told him that he didn’t care.
He dismissed the upstart, who no one knew.
He’s not worth my time, besides what can he do?
Then something happened, that he did not expect,
The upstart became popular and the gamer’s pride was wrecked.
He watched the upstart closely, so he could later infer,
That a kick was necessary and it had to occur.
But then the plan had to be suddenly dropped,
The unit leader was involved and the expulsion was stopped.
All that time the gamer took to scheme and plot,
Amounted to being all for naught.
In the end if the popularity of others is what you bemoan,
Then you are destined by your own hand to be sad and alone.
Edited by 0rph3us, 10 March 2016 - 12:12 PM.
