My Crossfire Poem

Ode to Nubs

Click. Click. Click. Keypad shuffling. Click. Click. Click.
These sounds comfort me in the late hours of the night.
When "headshot" is screamed by my SPOP - a chick.
I grin with pleasure at knowing I've just won the fight.
"Noob, waller, hacker," I'm so proud of myself.
"Lagger, camper, lucky shot," I know they won't blame themselves.
I shuffle left, I shuffle right, a shot rings out in the night.
And then I see "f11" spammed in my Bonuz ZP's blue light.
Lawl, 9-6 vote, they've denied my removal again.
When will these nubs learn, my pwnage never ends?
Let's turn the table and swap my role.
I'll go black list in ghost mode and take control.
"Long axe, ZP nub, axes are for noobs," I think I've made my point.
QQ some more, I don't play to disappoint.
"Speed hack, invisible hack, no breath hack," no, it's called a bhop.
I get within range and then "snap, crackle, pop."
Report me if you like, it won't be the first time.
In fact, when you do it, tell the GMs Saent says "hi."
In closing, I'd suggest you stop hackusating all the time.
I'm behind you with my axe and you're about to die.


Paul J. Affatato, III©
*Saent


(attached is a screenshot of my inspiration)

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