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There once was a knight named Vain,
Who posted forever the same:
“Your opinions are bad, my guildies are rad,
May never another complain!”
Across the great forums he rode,
Banished the whiners from every abode.
Atop one hill he rose to speak:
“It’s totally clear your will is weak!
Learn to play, this game is great!
Else you’ll meet a similar fate!”
“But wait!” cried one—a forum denizen:
A local scribe, a genius named Tennyson.
“I see a flaw, a careless error.
Metrics raw, the game’s not fair or—”
“Back I say!” Vain declared,
From Tenny’s conviction—he was scared.
“You blight this land with horrid heresy,
For forum land is blessed inerrantly!”
And as he struck him down with Word,
Tennyson lay—a noble nerd.
Succumbed to doctrine that haunts the risen,
Some may call: fanboy-ism.