
Originally Posted by
Antithesis
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that XP used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those players prance
And, maybe, they'd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every Level, I did quiver.
Bad news on the live feed;
I just wanted, to bleed.
I can't remember if I cried
When I read about the death of the Monk's pride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the level cap died.
So bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
Did you write the Brady Guide?
And do you have faith that Faffy will die,
If the Guide tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n'roll,
Can music save your character's soul,
And can you teach me how to rage real slow?
Well, I know that you're in love with it
`cause I saw that frown of yours split.
You both took off your gear
Man, I really fucking need a beer
I was a lonely teenage high school grad
With a crummy job and a fucked up dad
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the level cap died
I started singing;
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
Now for eight years we've been doing the same
And AV sits there ready to claim,
But that's not how it used to be.
When Gamefaqs sang for the development team,
In a picture they borrowed from a stupid scheme
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the development team was looking down,
Gamefaqs gave them the rundown.
The decision was made;
With the help of their aid.
And while Kaeko posted on his journal,
The whole world felt infernal,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the level cap died.
We were singing;
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinkin potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
Panic and chaos in a later Winter rumble
The devs flew off while the players grumble
Eight miles high and falling fast.
If only we could give them a blast
The players tried for a forward pass,
While Gamefaqs was on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the concert air was sweet perfume
With Uematsu playing a sweet tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
`cause the players kept remembering;
The terrible fate the was coming.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the level cap died?
We started singing;
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Sono ban them left, ban the right
Ban them till they're out of sight
Cause trolling is the devil's only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No person born so well
Could break those troll's spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
It gave us all, well, quite a fright!,
I saw the trolls laughing with delight
The day the level cap died.
They were singing:
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
I met a boy who played a knight [ Paladin ]
And I asked him "Whats the mythic's might?"
But he just frowned and turned away.
I went down to the sacred forum
Where I hoped that there would be some decorum
But the forum, was the same.
And in the streets: the mages screamed
The Dragoon's cried, and the Monks dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
Everyone's spirit o' was a broken.
And the three men I admire most:
Well, they were grilled on a roast,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the level cap died.
And they were singing:
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."
They were singing:
Bye-bye, Level 75.
Looked for party once and twice,
I got no time for "Ice."
And them good old players were drinking potions and juice
Singing, "This ll be the day that we loose."
"This ll be the day that we loose."