'Twas the night before humpday, when all through the forum
Not a gamer was memeing, not even out of boredom;
The servers were running without strain or care
Awaiting shitters that would soon be there;
The memers were passed out resting in their beds
While memories of steal beams melted in their heads;
And Onion in his bed and I in my chair
Had just settled down to dream of waifus fair;
When out in the shoutbox came such a banter
I sprang up in my seat to check on the ranter.
Up the text went quick as a flash
The typing required must've been pure mash;
The glaring text was tinted piss yellow
And the words said were quite the show;
When not to my surprise was he
But R3tro being a damn shitty.
With a typer so fat, fingers and all
Not surprisingly the grammar was small;
The words he typed rapid and rushed
His face beyond the monitor no doubtfully flushed;
"For fuc sake Motox i will ban ye,
For i are not trueley a fatty.
Their will b consquence
For those spouting nonsense."
The yellow shapes continued rising
Needing much so a good revising;
And as R3tro continued to type
I for one could not handle my hype;
As I had noticed typing was he
One who lived so gloriously;
And as I looked up into the chat
I saw Pan confirming R3tro's fat.
His text breaking open the rant's doorhinge
with a color so bold, strong, and orange;
A roll of memes pan began to spout
Telling R3tro what was about;
His memes how dank they shined
R3tro's bitch ass how he whined;
Pan delivered a speech to behold
One that the meme prophets had foretold;
The end of the blunt held in my teeth
Could not keep covered the smile underneath;
For O Glorioso Lider had delivered
A speech so grand I shivered;
With Pan's blow so swift and precise
R3tro would now think twice;
Before denying his full waistband
Else risking a dispatch to wasteland;
And leaving naught but a meme
Did Pan leave the scene;
Opening up his CoD:GO client
With an e-peen so giant.
And then alongside I and R3tro now in pain
Onion spoke "Has anyone seen Black Rain?"