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A poem for You: “Ballad of The Blue”

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O why such glee, Villager most blue?,

Loud and gaily cheering?

Your role is null and plays no part,

Your lynch is surely nearing

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O why such glee, Villager most blue?,

So joyous and at ease?

Your game is full of careless trolls,

Your cop has four CCs

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I saw a frown on thy face,

Yet now eyes sparkle bright

And on thy cheeks a weary note,

Yet quickly leaving sight

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I played a match in which I was clear,

Hammered wrong on lylo

My fellows took no pause to report,

Mods gave me a vio

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I went to sandbox to serve my time,

Was forsaken as a main-er

Claimed virgin as fool to prove them wrong,

Now I only play survivor

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One game more revealed by oracle,

Yet carolled middle my name

The town swiftly put my neck to noose,

Though naked doctor my claim

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I took to hosting to avoid the trolls,

I kicked them all righteously

The forums proclaimed hostkilling vile,

D1 I woke lifelessly

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Designed a setup with all the best roles,

Quickly negged to eternity

Put my face on forums for all to see,

Jamal reacted scornfully

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Enough was enough, I left to never return,

Even installed a site blocker

The voices of trolls, weebs, try-hards out of my head,

Humans can be so improper

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Yet temptation creeps and has a devil’s persuasion,

I returned that week (And gladly so!)

With neither thought nor care, I entered a new game,

My expectations unjustly low

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I saw old players and those very new,

They greeted me with a smile!

They cried—‘O hoi! Welcome back to the site,

We had missed you for the while’

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I skimmed the chat of jokes and stories,

Of a love-filled community

My heart was warmed as truth I realized,

Friends—not games—create unity

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Anger washed away at my vegetable partners,

I felt like I belonged

I would go thrice again through all that I had been,

Should my friends come along

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So even without night action, I gleefully cheer,

Unphased by our baker fasting

Though each of us plays for a reason only theirs,

The bonds we make are everlasting

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