There once was a realm, O’Epoch by name,
That promised the glory, the gold, and the fame.
But lag was a blight,
Crashes struck every night,
And devs pointed fingers in shame.

Their Discord was chaos and fire,
Mods banning for jokes they inspired.
With bugs by the score,
Players fled by the door,
While the staff said, “This is totally wired.”

O’Epoch declared, “We’re the next WoW king!”
But launched like a corpse on a rotted wing.
The devs were inept,
While the players just wept,
And their code? Held together with string.

They hyped up a dream made of lies,
Then served up a hot pile of sighs.
From crashes to scams,
It was clowns versus hams—
Now it’s dead, and not one soul cries.

>holy fucking shit, it knows