Chariot of Fire wrote:Too tough a subject to limit it to five. It's akin to being asked which 10 songs you'd take to a desert island, i.e. there are just too many one has to omit. So I'll write a ditty instead
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How this web site used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those sixes dance
And, maybe, I'd be major for a while
But freemium status made me shiver
One's true potential can't deliver
Bad news on the home page
These four games took a f***in age
I can't remember if I cried
When I found my credit card was fried,
But something touched me deep inside
The day my freemium died
So bye-bye, silver icon bye-bye
Clearwater paid my subs (yes he's a hell of a guy)
Them good old farmers sittin' way up too high
Thinking "This'll be the day that I die.
This'll be the day that I die."
Did you start the CLA
Do you have faith in JP Cloet
(If Blitzaholic tells you so)
And can you believe how those cards fall
Can two pairs save your mortal soul
And can you teach me freestyle reaaal sloooow?
I am a happy mid-aged broncin' buck
With a pink 40 stack which I know will suck
But I really don't give a f**k
The day my freemium died
(repeat chorus)
Now for two years I've been on my own
And medals grow heavy on this rollin' stone
But that's not how it used to be
When the noob he sang for King Herpes
On an account (he borrowed from Benji)
And a
that came from you and me
Oh and while the King was looking down
Rabbiton stole his ignoble crown,
The scoreboard was upturned
No judgment was returned
And while freakns read a book of wit
LoW's quartet practiced (coz they are s---)
And we all laughed out loud at it
The day my freemium died
(chorus encore)
Helter skelter this Conq Cup's a belter
Bottom seeds out (no fallout shelter)
THOTA's high but falling faaaast
Dice landed foul upon the board
BW pushed his men forward
With comic boy on the sidelines, in a cast
Now the half-time air is sweet perfume
As Odd Fellows start to play the tune
(We all get up to dance)
Oh but we never get the chance
'cause another challenge takes the field
But the TOFU boys refuse to yield
Do you recall what was revealed
(The day pascalleke's icon took her T-shirt off?)
(chorus, yawn)
I met a girl who sang the blues
(amazzony, she likes to lose)
But she still smiles and says 'good game'
I looked in the CC store
I'd had some wine, my mouse had more
But the man there said it put Oxfam to shame
And in their beds the children screamed
The mothers cried (yet still we dreamed)
But not a word was spoken
Our PC's are all bespoken
And the three men I admire the most
jpeter, Seul and Benji's ghost(he caught the last train for the coast)
The day my freemium died.
And they were singing.....
Thank you and goodnight. Special thanks to Pere Bouchard et Fils vintners without whom this waste of two hours would not have been possible
