While I am really happy that we finally got the big update and the backer portal, I wasn't very hopeful we'd get them this week. I was already imagining how Adam Brennecke would appear again in this thread to announce another postponement causing us to further despair. So, I decided to write a poem about it on Monday just for fun, so I could post it to cheer everyone up if there was another delay, and to practise writing English. So here it is anyway to *ahem* commemorate the veterans of this thread who shared the most bitter of disappointments to ultimately revel in heavenly joy.
From the Annals of Eír Glanfath, on the origins of the War of the Flames:
The third of three,
And with this the man Brennecke,
Transcends the shackles of mortality.
Now known, as the feline-faced god of misery.
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The eager awaited,
Their endless curiosity never sated,
Their boundless desires unabated,
To witness the miracle, so long belated.
The crowd longed to hear,
How fared the quest of our most dear,
Monahan, the champion untouched by fear.
As of yet his fate unknown, unclear.
Striving to succeed,
To satisfy the folk’s unending greed.
To unlock the portal, the people he would feed.
To this task, Monahan had agreed.
In the misty light of day,
A silhouette appeared against the fog thick and grey,
Was it the herald or a wanderer gone astray?
Had he come to disappoint or the congregation’s fears to allay?
Then a sudden, piercing wail,
As light reflected off familiar chain mail,
At last had arrived the protagonist of this tale,
The faces of the gathered sunk and grew pale.
Twice already betrayed,
Had been their hopes, twice dismayed,
Dreams shattered, sweet delight delayed,
Unwarranted, premature joy unmade.
Malice not as his intention,
To tell the truth had been Brennecke’s aspiration.
Yet fury and anger, outrage was the reaction.
Including the accusations were pretence and deception.
The mob hissed and droned,
Due to the unbearable wait they groaned,
To coax the man to speak, they howled and moaned.
Finally, Brennecke spoke: Monahan’s success is yet postponed.
Alas, and once again,
Innocent but forced to unleash the pain,
Brennecke had the poor souls’ dreams thrice slain,
His legacy, while undeserved, is all that does remain.
Edited by Boox, 11 December 2013 - 11:24 AM.