Thought I would cross post this here:
Twas the night before release, when all through the office
Not a dev was working, even one would suffice.
The addon store was stocked, bursting with junk;
In hopes that some whale would buy the gunk.
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The white knights were sure, that the game would be great;
With visions of thousands of players await.
And Richard Garriot, with cap in hand;
Begged players to come, to his farway land.
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When out in the forums there arose such an outcry;
Berek sprang to the thread to lock it, oh my.
Away to REDDIT they flew like a flash;
Posting and reporting on Berrek’s rehash.
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Darkstar ignored it, as he was known to;
After all this is what they said they would do.
When what should occur, but a change in release;
After all that is said, it still pays the lease.
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Now, Berek! Now, Richard! Now, Lum and Chris!
You all seem incompetent and taken to the piss.
From one fundraiser to another open to all;
You have avoided another, great big fall.
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As time is fleeting, away every day;
You continue to pretend, we wanted it this way.
So, continue to flounder whatever you do;
You know Richard, still has no clue.
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Chris continues to act aloof;
With Darkstar being a goof.
Cavorting and singing the same tired song,
This cannot continue for long.
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A writer in name, we have in Lum;
Who continues to say, don’t be so glum.
The story is awful, so poorly done;
No one completes it, no one has won.
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With Kickstarter promises, that no one upholds,
We continue complaining, until this game folds.
Richard is smiling and counting with glee;
All of the money he got for free.
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So of this release, much can be said;
Such as it happened already, that this game is dead.
But out comes knights all covered in white,
To sell us a new date, who said they were bright.
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So Richard, lord British,
I say this to you, I have one wish.
Please look in the mirror and look what you’ve done;
Look at your work and know no one has won.