Wurmonlinias

[Palgolak 450]

I met a player of an antique game
Who said: Twelve vast and empty servers
Sit on the network. Near them, much the same,
Defunct, a forgotten forum lies, whose murmurs
Of dissent and derisive sneers
Tell that its members truly read the signs
Of coming doom and voiced their fears
In mocking protests and futile whines.
And on the splash screen appear these words:
'My name is Wurmonlinias, god of games:
Log on to my network, ye Many, and have fun!'
Nothing else remains. The endless roads,
The houses and gardens, boats with amusing names -
Have decayed and crumbled every one.

[Fairyshine 3,183]

Glass half empty or half full?  I guess there are two sides to every story, so here goes:

 

I met a player of an antique game
Who said: Twelve vast and unexplored lands
Sit on the network. In these, to keep the fort,
a tight group of loyal knights firmly stands
with conviction and hope, and a daring dream
of better things beyond the here and now.
Despite some people who kick and scream
the loyal army will never give up, never bow
to the whines and sneers in game or on forum.

We keep our heads up in defiant decorum.
'My name is Wurmonlinias, god of games:
Log on to my network, ye many, and have fun!'
We log on to build our houses, our gardens, our names -
For we are here, and to all out there: Come, come come!