On September 16 2010 10:41 Lexpar wrote:
O captain! My captain! our fearful trip is not yet done;
The race we play is owned by fast rax, or hidden expansion, one;
The patch is near, the nerfs they fear, zerg players all exulting,
While follow eyes on muta flock, the thor spends grim days tearing.
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where round of 32 my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the cheers;
Rise up-for you the games are played-for you the fangirls scream shrill;
For you the wins and mice of gold-for you the streams a-crowding;
For you we call, the noobish mass, our eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that round thirty sec-
You've fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
He has no words for noobs like me, he has only desire to kill;
The patch will come, and rightfully, you will be number one;
From fearful game, scouting lame, we'll come in with object won
Exult, O zerg, and cheer, O noobs!
But I, with mournful head,
Watch the games my Captain lost,
Fallen cold and dead.
What a masterpiece. Puts all of these couplet rhyme schemes and haikus to shame XD