Ballad of a Mod.

[MySpaceBarBroke]

Well, once there lived a noble guy,
A man so sound in thought,
That every place he visited
Was cleansed of chaos wrought.

A wise and knowing fellow he,
And very active, too.
Legends spread throughout the lands,
Not knowing him were few.

Soon he became a public god,
A great one to behold.
But then he left this god damned site
He felt modding was old.

 

[Archian]

Whom do you speak of?

 

[DesKaladA]

I beleve it to be the one know as whitehorn

 

[HappyTauren]

Earth-Fury?

 

[Elenai]

A well made lament MSBB...well made indeed.

 

[MySpaceBarBroke]

This mod is but a figment of my imagination...sorta.

 

[brad.dude03]

No, it's definetly Ragingspeedhorn you're speaking of here

 

[Thandien]

A grand representation of those noble enough to take upon themselves the task of moderating an on-line community! Surely, this ballad can be applied to many an on-line legend.

Very well written, although I have just one nitpick: The last line; "he felt modding was old." seems a bit awkward to me, because the word "modding" throws off the rhythm if it's not spoken in a way that feels unnatural for it. I would suggest rephrasing that somehow, "for modding had turned old.", for example.

Aside from that, I liked it a lot.

 

[MySpaceBarBroke]

A grand representation of those noble enough to take upon themselves the task of moderating an on-line community! Surely, this ballad can be applied to many an on-line legend.

Perhaps. To be quite honest, I just felt like making a ballad, and so I took the local hero.

Very well written, although I have just one nitpick: The last line; "he felt modding was old." seems a bit awkward to me, because the word "modding" throws off the rhythm if it's not spoken in a way that feels unnatural for it. I would suggest rephrasing that somehow, "for modding had turned old.", for example.

Bah, I'm not big on stress. The gist of it was that he tired of modding.

Thanks for the constructive criticism, though.

 

[MySpaceBarBroke]

Sorry if I'm double posting, but I'm not sure if an addition to this thread should be a separate post or not.

He stands behind the greatest mind,
Just waiting for his chance
To take its place and show his face.
Through idiotic rants.

Intruding threads and hurting heads,
His presence is most foul.
An offset post, at least, at most,
He'll shriek his ghastly howl.

Annoying prick, just makes me sick,
Comparing self to God.
Here's hoping you ignore him too,
That noisy backseat mod.

I felt like making a contrasting image with the first mod of legend.

 

[brad.dude03]

Back seat mod, sounds like a certain Divine character I know....

 

[Hakeem]

Social commentary through poetry?
What next?
Social commentary through prophecy?!

 

[Hawkwing]

Don't you dare talk about our beloved mods that way!

Good job these are awsome.

Whitehorn, I used to see him a lot but then I just forgot about him. When I was reading this I thought it was Earth-Fury.. At first at least.

 

[brad.dude03]

Social commentary through poetry?
What next?
Social commentary through prophecy?!

It's already been done mate, see the Prophecies of Elenai thread stickied in this forum for further details

 

[MySpaceBarBroke]

It's already been done mate, see the Prophecies of Elenai thread stickied in this forum for further details

I'm pretty sure that was what he was referring to.

EDIT: I guess I'll do a sonnet.

An endless pit of brainless stink emits.
Just teeming with all evils from the world.
Avoid it all you can, these ghastly pits.
For from the underworld was this scum hurled.

Do your business there and quickly leave,
For stay too long and soon your mind will die.
For webs of all stupidity they weave.
But still more vile are ones that lie.

Feasting on the threads of pointlessness,
Annoying all that happen to pass by.
Creatures living happily as pests
To which all common sense does not apply.

The ice of sanity forever melts.
Or something even worse done, Something...Else...