I do not like people moving into my neighbourhood. If you light up near me, I will take my farm back from you!
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The Tribal Warrior
I want to tell you, right here and now,
About a strange man, if you allow.
Everybody who knows him, and adore,
Calls him the “Tribal Warrior”.
A Tribal Warrior is a thing,
Who, before the game starting,
Was living a normal life –
Reading books, and having a wife.
He had heard from friends he knew,
About the game, to him brand new;
He thought, “I’ll give it a try” –
But because of that, he went awry.
He logged on, and directly
He began to feel wobbly.
“Around my villa, the other players,
Have more points, they are scary slayers!”
“This can, off course, not be like that!”
He is perplexed, and joins, whereat,
He is, before he even knows,
Addicted to the game, from head to toes.
His life is over, O! How gruesome –
His only thought it has become:
“All I want to do is: click, click, click,
Organize units and recourses like a manic”.
The impact is growing worse
Sleeping has become a curse,
At some point he can put a building in the queue –
Or do his neighbors troops pursue.
The points are growing steady higher,
The girlfriend, however, becomes a crier -
The Tribal Warrior plays, she calls him a schmuck –
It’s a long way back, they had a good f talk
Finally, she can no longer bear,
And leaves him for another, without a tear,
The Tribal Warrior hardly detect,
The level of his wall is almost perfect.
So lodges he, both day and night,
With brand new plans for another fight.
He’s getting chubby, and even fat –
That is, if he has time to eat during combat.
Upon a day a thought he does deploy
“Wow, I am good! O! Boy-o-boy!
That looks real fine, without a doubt,
I’ll reward myself – I will go out”
He almost makes it to the door,
But then he thinks, “O, one encore”
He logs on, clicks on the right spot -
He checks his reports, and there: the red dot
An attack! Surprise! Shock! Serious Emergency!
Quickly he writes in the forum: “Do not abort!
Support! Support! I need support!”
Crying, Weeping, Howling, Wallowing,
To the keyboard clinging, clawing,
Calculating, Fearing, crying for supports,
… And the outing he aborts.
A stroke of luck! The attacks diminish,
Take a breath, an end to the skirmish.
To go out is now forever frisky –
Leaving the game is just to risky.
Our Tribal Warrior, he is thus
Captivated, and to click he mus’
However, lonely he does not need to be –
For female Tribal Warriors are plain to see.
The Tribal Females are however rare,
But some of them are always there.
And attackers tend not to think,
When the females with their eyelashes blink.
I do not know, the moral of this story,
Is it all for honor and glory?
However, you have got to go, not stick!
Because I want to click, click, click.
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