Runescape Poem

Oh runescape, oh old school How someone once gave me rope and chair and knife. That noob was such a fool. I have also been a wife. From rs girlfriends to bots and scammers. We go through the wilderness and 99's. Catching chins and pounding our hammers. The player base declines. From the bossing and raiding to the questers and sweats. Raise your crystal grail. Throw your nets. And stop trying on that goblin mail. From killing dragons to dropping red spiders eggs during that time of month at the GE. To your imbued heart being mine. And by the way, he is not a she. Here's to 92 being half of 99