
Originally Posted by
Bree Fletcher
In a Top Ten alliance,
Cataphracts in my hair.
The warm smell of cold bodies,
Rising up through the air.
Up ahead in the world chat,
I saw a link shining bright.
My fingers heavy and my eyes growing wide,
I had to check out this site.
There she stood in the Kings Bar,
I heard the banhammer well.
And I was thinking to myself,
"This could be heaven, or this could be hell."
Then she posted a thread,
And she showed me the way.
There were spambots in the necro'd threads,
I thought I heard them say:
"Welcome to the OT Evony Forums...
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Plenty of room at the OT Evony Forums...
Any time of year,
You can find it here."
Her mind was GFX-twisted,
She got the RPG bends.
She got a lot of pretty, pretty alts,
That she called "friends."
How they posted in the Ban Game,
Sweet, silly, sins.
Some post to remember,
Some post to forget.
So I called up a mod,
"Please find me my mind."
He said, "We haven't had a sane one here,
Since 2009."
And still those spambots are calling
From far away.
Wake me up in the middle of the night,
Just to hear them say:
"Welcome to the OT Evony Forums...
Such a lovely place,
Such a lovely face.
Livin' it up at the OT Evony Forums...
What a nice surprise,
Bring your alibis."
Stickies on the ceiling,
Googled champagne on ice.
And she said, "We are all just prisoners here,
Of our own device."
In General Announcements,
They gathered for the feast.
They show up with fifteen bars of rep,
But they just can't kill the beast!
Last thing I remember,
I was runnin' for the door.
I had to find the URL back
to the place I was before.
"Relax," said the super-mod,
"We are programmed to receive.
You can log off any time you like,
But you can't never leave!"
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