[farstryder]

The Gamer's Woe
by Johan Baumeister (aka farstryder)
(to be read in the style of Seuss)

Once upon a gloomy time,
A saddened gamer made a rhyme.
It was a story of his woes,
And this is how that sad rhyme goes:

When he awoke, his very first thought,
Was not of food, nor tea, piping hot.
It was of his most dear pastime,
That game of games, SE4 so sublime.

But alas! Woe was he,
PBW down? How could it be?!?
Crushed and gloomy, he turned to his rack,
Tried to have fun, but the gloom wouldn't crack.

So he sat down and cried,
And cried, 'cause he'd tried,
To have fun, but could not.
When who should appear, but Xintis, the bot!

The gloomy gamer barely perked up,
But Xintis told him, "Stop crying, sit up!
I've got a solution, one you must hear:
Call all your friends, both far and near!"

"We'll drum up a crowd of fans large and small,
Too many to know how to deal with them all.
Then start up a game via TCP."
"My router is broken, it won't work, you'll see!"

Said the boy to the bot, sad as could be.
The bot pondered that, said, "Watch some TV!"
With much distress and indignation,
With feelings of dread, and suffocation,

The gamer went over where the gleaming bot stood.
Dressed only in PJ's, a shirt with a hood,
The gamer-boy grumpily sat himself down.
While Xintis whistled happily, much like a clown.

He turned on the TV, changed the channel,
From Home Improvement, with Al and his flannel,
To Video 1, with its screen full of snow.
And shortly said, "Get ready for the show."

The boy had forgotten he owned Star Wars,
And Lord of the Rings, with elves and dwarves.
These magical, fantasy stories kept his mind free,
While valiant Geoschmo battled the evil ISP.

THE END