Medievia Mudslinger

December 12, 1999


Twas the night before Y2K,
And all through the Nation
We awaited The Bug,
The Millennium sensation.

The chips were replaced
In computers with care,
In hopes that old Doomsday
Would not appear there.

While some players couldn't think
They were snug in their beds.
Others had visions,
Of runs in their heads.

Kessell with his laptop,
And Jierdan with his PC
Had just logged on to Med
And kicked back with glee.

When over the server,
There arose such a clatter
I linked Mister Vryce
To see what was the matter.

But he was afk,
Gone off to bed.
What to do now?
I worded to Med.

When with my wondering eyes
What should I see?
My screen was distorted,
Which looked odd to me.

The executioner of players
Sneaked, then, into the room.
A cloud of darkness followed,
And the room was full of Doom.

His image downloaded
In no lag at all,
He whistled and shouted,
Let all systems fall!

All processors big,
All processors small,
Crash away! Crash away!
Crash away all!

All the maneouvers that
Dragons need for their flights,
All horses and mobs,
All stopped with a plight!

As I drew in my breath
And was looking around,
Out through the modem,
Doom came with a bound.

He was covered in darkness,
With a pack on his back,
A pack full of virus,
All set for attack.

His eyes-how they twinkled!
His face-how merry!
As midnight approached,
Things soon became scary.

Doom had a broad face
And a round little belly,
And his pack filled with virus
Quivered like jelly.

He was short and rude,
Perpetually grinning,
After I giggled with glee
My mud life started spinning.

A wink of his eye,
And a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know
A new feeling of dread.

He spoke not a word,
But went straight to his work.
He changed all the aliases,
Then turned with a jerk.

With a twitch of his nose,
And a quick little wink,
All things electronic
Soon went on the blink.

He zoomed from my system,
To the next player on line,
He caused such a disruption,
Could this be a sign?

Then I heard him exclaim,
With a loud, hearty cry,
Happy Y2K to all,
Kiss your Mud Life good-bye!