| From: | jch8169@******.net jch8169@******.net |
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| Subject: | The Trek of the SR List Herald |
| Date: | Tue, 03 Oct 2000 15:36:17 -0500 |
When the First Ones still walked openly amoung us, the wordsmiths at
their forges wrought a felicitious anthem in homage to the demesne of
ShadowRN. This they brought forth, and was unto the inhabitants therein
gathered presented, and 'twas hailed throughout the milieu for its passing
excellence.
And lo, the Fearless Leader did speak, and pronounced it good, but
set he upon the lexicologistical artisans a mighty challenge, that they
might transmogrify the poetry of the ballad of the latter-day minstrel, Don
of the McLean. A many long nights they laboured, and murmurs and whispers
wafted upon the wind that the feat was too great for mere mortals to sur-
mount, yet, within the time of the moon's full turning, the Dread Executor
issued forth to proclaim the completion of the hallowed hymn ShadowRN Pie
amidst great celebrations and festivities.
And lo, again the Fearless Leader did speak, and pronounced it good,
yet he issued forth yet another challenge, that the memorial ballad to the
loss of the vessel, Edmund Fitz-Gerald, be similarly set do rescription.
Tradition tells us that the venerable THWAP was invoked at that time, yet
many did wonder as to whe'er or not such a task could be fulfilled.
Time marshalled itself with the quickened pace of Tarquin's
ravishing strides, the years ebbed and flowed with the tide of the seasons.
And now, tho though the past, that land whose borders e'er bar its pilgrims
from returning, is shrouded in mystery, and occluded by fading memories,
can the denizens bear witness to the fruits of those labors erected in this,
the fullness of time.
Hence, RaSFoYLiP (or not):
The Trek of the SR List Herald
The legend lives on from USENET all 'round
Of the big list about ShadowRNing
The list, it is said, never gives up for dead
The memory of list members long missing
The latest news was of the edition FASA loosed
Two more than the members' first memories
The new book, it's true, was a bone to be chewed
When word came of the ancients stirring
The list was the pride of the American side
Coming from HEARN by way of ITRIBE
As the big forums go, it was bigger than most
With a host of more than two centuries
Amidst the furor, there came from the server
A question about times long fleeting
And later that day, a response was made
Could it have been his words they were readin'?
The language in lines was of a particular kind
Archaic and sesquipedalian
And every member knew, the moderator, too
'Twas the Dread Executor re-appearin'
In days long old his coming had been foretold:
When the Four Horsemen came a-postin'
When the host of four came to the list once more
It was said to signal the world's end
When each exam came, members came on-line sayin'
"Fellas, time's too tight to e-mail ya."
And when graduation came, more of the same, and
"Fellas, it's been good t'know ya."
The admin retired and more subscribers came in
And sometimes their host site was in peril
And across the 'net they plied and continued to subscribe
As was the trek of the SR List Herald.
Does anyone know where the lost member goes
When Real Life drives him from the medium?
The subscribers all say they'll be returning one day
If they could put enough work behind 'em.
They may have lost access, or their hard drives,
Or may have gone to some new system
And all that remains is in the stories and tales
Held by those who remember and repeat 'em.
Hayden's Geek Codes, Doom's speech rings
From the heights of his mist-mantled towers
Dark Elf's plot streams are the stuff of fond dreams
ShadowTalk and all of her characters
And from the same time, the NERPS design
And J.D. kept all as the FAQ archiver
And out the mail goes as TOLM WAPPERs all know
Where the ancient list heralds remembered.
In a dusty old LAN in ShadowLand they prayed,
In the Mailing List Veteran's Haven
The node chimed 'til it pinged twenty-one times
To salute the Trek of the SR List Herald
The legend lives on from USENET all 'round
Of the big list group about ShadowRNing
The list, it is said, never gives up for dead
Those members who depart for parts unseen
-- Doctor Doom
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Infidel defilers...they shall all drown in lakes of blood.
Now they will know why they are afraid of the dark.
Now they will learn why they fear the coming of the night.
