Once upon a time on a server named Royals run by little ol' Matt A fanbase so loyal, nostalgic and spoiled The server had brought us all back No Cygnus No evans No Arans No nothing just archers and mages its true And pirates and warriors and thieves and PQs and 4th job included for you It felt all the same it felt so surreal this server i really do love it The mesos the items i wanted to sell can be done with a click of a button The nx so fancy the music so dancy you could even donate for goodies No n words harrassment defaming no nothing this server is perfect for pussies And come christmas time when snowflakes they chime a notice from admins it showed A message so happy my feet started tapping a mesage to friends and my foes New source is here! We screamed and we cheered! All of our hearts had been touched But day of the patch, the source had been crapped and we had been fucked in the butt A moment they said, assuring our heads that fixes will come in due time But weeks have been passed, all of us sad, the hope was dying by night. But fret not my children, no sadness no crying for patches are coming your way And its true its the truth, in a couple of months royals will once again be great And its true its the truth, the server is stable the players are happy indeed And with the end of this poem before I go home, YOU FKRS SHOULD #FREEANALBEAD
A poem that explains the black hole theory and why mass collapses on itself to form extra terrestial planets
