Guys, this was supposed to be my 1,000th post, but I'll have to settle for my 1,001st. Enjoy this sonnet about this thread.
Posting on this thread entails a steep price.
To win, to lose, to form a dumb remark,
To draw some mighty hemalurgists’s vice.
All for what mystery do we embark?
To claim the one title, no wits are strained.
No futile blood is spilt, nor tears are shed
(Except when Marsh’s real sight wast regained
Or when Shard of Thought left Galavi’n dead).
Vict’ry’s a fickle thing; one we’ve all seen
Stretching from day, far into the nighttime
For good times and loathsome, and ones between
The stubborn call remains unchanged by time.
Oh thou fellow posters, hear my shrill cry
A claim that shall too soon wither and die;