And all through the land, Players edged their factions, And saved their engrams They booked days off work, Some called in sick, Some took holidays, But time off was taken by hook or by crook, Beers where being chilled, Popcorn was being warmed, And the enemy's lined up ready to be killed Now players entered the game, With hope and wonderment, Hoping things would be different, And not just the same The players are ready, Let battle commence, And lets play nice and steady So Don't go to fast and don't burn out Or you will be back on this forum All salty and aghast! This poem isn't that fine It's not as good as the OP'S But thank you for reading For this rhyme is mine