Posted May 15, 2017 (edited) This month marks 8 years I have been playing Wurm. I thought I would celebrate by writing an Ode to my favorite MMO. I hope you all enjoy reading it. Spoiler Eyesgood's Ode to Wurm The game of Wurm Some would say Is a game you live Not a game you play. From dawn to dusk With labors many A Wurmian's work Is always plenty. Rising early Lighting the forge The smith knows well His many ores. He crafts his weapons Shields and tools. His armor protects The bravest fools. A villager takes hold Of rake and seed Providing the village With food they need. Making and baking The finest treats From recipes learned In lore and in feats. Tending to horses And breeding them right She seeks the traits For speed and might. While yonder at The tailor's loom One crafts her squares And dyes them too. For tailors know That proper attire Helps craftsman, soldiers, And even the Friar. And speaking of soldiers A friend returns bleeding. His encounter with trolls Was not so succeeding. But lucky for him A Fo priest was nearby To cast such a spell As to heal the poor guy. And what's that sound From the water's shore? Looks like a village Springs up next door. The ships came in And with shovels ready They flattened the land And constructed a jetty. The miners worked hard To open the rock. A cave they soon made To house their stock. Dropping trees and Mining stone They fashioned walls And built their homes. They worked all day And into the night. They turned that wilderness Into quite a sight! They said they were heading To chaotic lands But needed a base For their faction's plans. They needed safety To train and prepare. They weren't quite ready To sail over there. But best of all We loved to see They had a Shipwright Which is what we need. And talking much We then discovered They lacked the horses For a wagon covered. So trading we did A bargain we struck. A sailboat for four Speedy horses they took. Returning home Our band was glad We gave them the Finest horses we had. And the boat we received When we looked in the hull Had a shiny anchor And a lock not so dull. We anchored our boat And swam ashore We'd made new friends Not one but four! Arriving home as The lamps were lit We sat and we talked Just a little bit. Tomorrow's plans We tried to make A trip for lemons We needed to take. Our alchemist wanted To create some clay. More amazing things We do every day. By then it was late We retired to bed. And as we slept The tomatoes grew red. For Wurm is a place With seasons and weather. A place we call home Where we all live together. The game of Wurm Wurmians say Is a game you live Not a game you play. Edited May 15, 2017 by Eyesgood 18 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 15, 2017 You are officially seriously Wurmtangled. 1 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 15, 2017 "Arriving home as The lamps were litWe sat and we talkedJust a little bit." I somehow adore this piece. Reminds me of the countless times I have done journeys that have taken hours and hours of travel away from home. Then, after a long journey back, I see my home lamps lit, like welcoming me back home. Never felt such joy and calmness when arriving to home after journey. Thank you for this amazing ode that truly gives all the credit for Wurm experience. 2 Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
Posted May 15, 2017 It's so long , but than again you can do so much in wurm Gratz for your 8th year wurmin'! Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
