A modest poem for TMO.
 

T'was the weekend before Christmas, and all through the land
Not a bat phone was ringing...Not Knix, or Eccezan.

Altari laid crying alone in his bed, while visions of Trakanon haunted his head...
Daddy Zeelot couldn't fix it this time, TMO disbanded.. No reason, or rhyme.

The forums a'buzz with many a post, cheating removed by our heavenly host.
"It's not fair!", Zee cried out.. "The shame! We would've helped you, we love this game!"

Away they all went; gone in a flash.. Rogean meant business with his banning task.
"Fair play for all." Rogean declared, "No cheating allowed. Our server repaired."

"This is an outrage!" They yelled with hate.. "You made this personal, our guild is great"
"Your guild is caught cheating", he posted with Glee. A public beating for all to see.

With one mighty swing, so many were tossed. TMO's dreams shattered, their monopoly lost.
"Rogean's a Tyrant" Knix screamed in rage. "I wont play here at all, no day, no age!"

"We have decided, your fate is cast. The platinum you cheated will be your last."
"UNFAIR! TYRANT!" they posted all night. Rogean slept tightly; what he'd done was right.

The guild is no more, Zeelot typed in defeat.. His unbeatable guild, somehow had been beat.
The server rejoiced; all cheers from the land.. The children were banished, a Christmas how grand.


So enter we now this Holiday week.. Without a single TMO inside Veeshan's Peak...


A new day has dawned, a light has shown through; No tolerance for cheating.. The staff's words held true.

A+ would read again.

Great poem but...

Somewhere in there you should have posted the suicide prevention hotline.

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I read this to my famioym

solid work but i am saddened that you could not fit my name into the rhyming scheme =/

I'm actually thinking of attending church services this year. I'm transcending. It's not so much that I believe in God now -- it's that I know he believes in me.

wow win