Goodbye to you, my trusted friend.
We've known each other since we're nine or ten.
Together played TVPs and TvTs .
and how to split my SCV's,
skinned their probes and skinned their BCs.
Goodbye my friend, it's hard to die,
when all the mutas are stacking in the sky,
Now that darkswarm is in the air.
Lurker lings are everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, I had Starcraft in the sun.
But the ramps that we climbed
were just seasons out of time.
Goodbye, Boxer, please pray for me,
I was the best hacker on LT.
You tried to teach me right from wrong.
Too much mins and too much gas,
wonder how I get along.
Goodbye, NaDa, it's hard to die
when all the scourge are patrolling in the sky,
Now that my vessel is in the air.
Little lurkers everywhere.
When you see them I'll be there.
We had joy, we had fun, I had Starcraft in the sun.
But the mins and the gas,
like my Starcraft, all have gone.
Goodbye, Marines, my little ones.
You gave me love and helped me find the fun.
And every time that I was down
you would always come around
and get my army on the ground.
Goodbye, Marines, it's hard to die
when my medics are by your side,
Now that darkswarm is in the air.
With the lurkers everywhere.
I wish that we could both be there.
We had joy, we had fun, I had StarCraft in the sun.
But the expos we could reach
were just Islands on the beach
I courageously uninstalled SC for my 2nd year. =X
these are just some of the side effects.