I haven't seen people making a poem so here is a quick one by your very own [GS]Pakiman
This poem is about Memphis leaving and the mysterious future that lays ahead.
I see people complaining...
I see people crying...
Words cannot express my feelings...my disappointment...
Our King is gone...the only shining bright light....has been extinguished..
Darkness has spread among the Community...
Signs of corruption are showing...
Mistreatment...Frustrations...
So what's next.....What will happen next...
Only time will tell....Who will be the one...
The saviour...The one....the new shining light....
Hackers roaming the game freely...
Game is in chaos...
Will we see the same Wolfteam...
The same game we loved....
The game that gave us great friends...
The game that gives us this great community...
The special bond between the game and us...
The game that goes beyond borders...
The game that brings all nations, races, religions together...
Time is a gift. Lets hope time gives us our wolfteam back. <3
I will always love this game and the community! Respect to all.
Please Aeria Staff, Do not remove,/delete/Move this thread if you have just a little respect for GS's and thier last words. Thanks and good day mates.