A Lord of The Ring memoir
with heavy of heart...this'll be my last post for a few days or more depends on things
and so i wrote this to all my friends here, there and everywhere
From the beginning, we friends have been true
We laughed, we bantered, we fought, and some of us fell in love…those fortunate few.
We’ve drawned imaginary swords against those vile varmints we called noobs,
As they spewed ill-gotten threads, polls, orli is hot: How is it that they were such boobs?
We were awed by the wisdom of Shadowy and Exabyte.
Of Chris, then Sauron, now The InnKeeper, which is it? I can never get it right.
Who can forget the funny antics of Discos and Thorondor.
A.D.’s ever infamous revolving door?
To the one die-hard of us all we can clearly see,
Our pretty little Scottish poster girl Flying High, to us we call Fee.
And Elessea, or Pipfoot both one and the same
If not for her, would there be a Last Letter Game?
To all of you LotR posters, and to all of us, hope we never forget
That we are good friends in spirit, thought, from the day we all met.
And to those I did not mention, though not my intention, with certainty you are sorely missed.
Though you’ve gone on to real life, we and I hope you’ll remember this
If even we are here hardly….
The awesomeness that is The First and Second annual Tig Party.