The forum's quiet, dark and deep,
but I have many tweets to peep
and forum posts to make before I sleep. . .


The artist at a lonesome desk
Doth draw in fear and dread,
And having once turned round draws on,
And turns no more his head;
Because he fears a rightful wrath
in the discussion thread.


This story shall the good man teach his son;
And updated story comic shall ne'er go by,
From this day to the ending of the tale,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that shares his posts with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That wrote with us on MegaTokyo.

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