Okay, This just about sums all the player=SoE hate up in this little/simple story.
'Twas the night before the NGE, when all through the game
every player was stirring, looking for fame;
The game was just fine, no player had a care,
With knowledge that our game would always be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
With parents on the computer SWG in their heads;
And I in my compo with VK in hand,
Went to danto for a buff and a band,
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the game to see what was the matter.
Away to the forums I flew like a flash,
I logged in real quick to the letter in a dash.
And what should I see, with did SOE have to say?
They were changing our game in a matter of days,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But player were leaving and starting much fears,
Writting posts like Smedley sucks *edit*,
Ya, that's right Smedly sucks *edit*.
More rapid than eagles the players all quit,
and they posted and shouted at SOE they spit;
"Now, Smedley! now, Torres now, TH what'd you do?
They shouted come on your guys, get a freaking clue!
From the lowest player to the top of them all!
stop what your doing or SWG will fall!"
And more players left like wild hurricane fly,
When they meat on WoW, to soar thru the sky,
They all left their houses up and the lag how it flew,
We looked to SOE to see what to do.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the boards
They were screwing with our crafters, we were leaving in hordes.
As I checked the web, I looked all around
Down the Smedly came with a corporate rebound.
He was dressed all in silk, from his head to his foot,
And his rep was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A bundle of players he had tight in his hand,
This is my "focus group" what a large band.
His eyes -- how they burned with disregard to all vets!
Nothing he did was something he regrets!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
The "vocal minority" was really quite low;
The lump of our money he held tight in his hand,
Our requests for pre-cu didn't quite land;
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly.
He was chubby and plump, a wrong jolly old elf,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of himself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
he jacked up our game then he went straight to bed;
He spoke not a word, and didn't do work,
And he denyed our requests; man, what a jerk,
And laying his finger inside of his nose,
They called US all nerds but the profits all froze;
He sprang to his desk, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew "screw it up in a thisle".
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Like it, love it, or leave it...either way good night."
"A Christmas Tale" by Reuben McCloud
-Reuben McCloud
-Argo McCloud
-Darion McCloud
Kauri Sever
The NGE is NOT a true Star Wars Experiance to me!
- I support a rollback and keeping & balancing the old combat system.
...and making SWG a better place to be. Your voice counts!