Post by Tanith Low on May 23, 2016 15:39:30 GMT
When IPEC Commanders are Bored in Discord:
It all started when Al found some programming limericks online:
Al-pocalypse
A UNIX saleslady, Lenore,
Enjoys work, but she likes the beach more.
She found a good way
To combine work and play:
She sells C shells by the seashore.
A programmer started to cuss
Because getting to sleep was a fuss
As he lay there in bed
Looping 'round in his head
Was: while(!asleep()) sheep++;
Ronnie Kane then upped the Ante by creating his own:
Ronnie Kane
There once was a man in a car
He had to drive very far
He was reading poems
Didn't look where he's going
And drove straight into a bar
At this point, Al went a bit meta-limerick
Al-pocalypse
There once was a limerick
But this isn't it
This isn't a limerick
It isn't even a poem
And then Elite referential:
Al-pocalypse
A player of the game called "Elite"
Had a mission that would not complete
Complain, though he might
The devs. would lose sight
Of a message not buried in peat
Not to be out-done, RK pitched in with another Elite Limerick and so a tragic story began:
Ronnie Kane
A player of the game called 'Elite'
Had a mission with pay that looked sweet
The target was missing
He jumped out of system
And bounty hunters shot off his feet
Al-pocalypse
Footless, he sought out an engineer
Who could fit him the latest of gear
His shiny new feet:
Fusion fueled elite
And kept cool by heat-sinks in the rear
Ronnie Kane
Hotfoot to the nearest port
Faster than he knew he ought
For the heat was a bore
That melted the floor
As his control panel started to short
Al-pocalypse
To the station maintenance crew he would gasp:
"You have to help me, I'm welded down, you grasp?
I'm stuck to the floor
Need I say any more?
It's these new feet, they're a pain in the Asp!"
Dexter Vex
They looked in confusion indeed.
At the state of his shinny new feet.
Then looked at the floor,
And pulled out a saw.
And cut off his legs toote suite.
Al then dropped out of cannon, just to make fun of Vex
[Al-pocalypse
A swift comment that Dexter Vex makes
That all the ships are named after snakes
The Asp and the Adder
The Viper, oh and the:
Type 9 Heavy that's found in The Lakes.]
RK then returns us back to the story
Ronnie Kane
Then the commanders face went grim
His medical chances were slim
His pilot's life done
He was back to square one
Minus one more precious limb
Al-pocalypse
He examined the loss of his credits
In part thanks to the engineer's edits
A vengeance he swore
He prepared for war
And to earn this week's power play merits
Dexter Vex
The limbs soon turned manky and gangrenous
So before this tale gets to tortuous
Don't forget this day
So that we all say
There's a reason it's called Elite Dangerous
With Vex supplying a very suitable ending limerick and everyone having finished work for the day; the tomfoolery ended.
It all started when Al found some programming limericks online:
Al-pocalypse
A UNIX saleslady, Lenore,
Enjoys work, but she likes the beach more.
She found a good way
To combine work and play:
She sells C shells by the seashore.
A programmer started to cuss
Because getting to sleep was a fuss
As he lay there in bed
Looping 'round in his head
Was: while(!asleep()) sheep++;
Ronnie Kane then upped the Ante by creating his own:
Ronnie Kane
There once was a man in a car
He had to drive very far
He was reading poems
Didn't look where he's going
And drove straight into a bar
At this point, Al went a bit meta-limerick
Al-pocalypse
There once was a limerick
But this isn't it
This isn't a limerick
It isn't even a poem
And then Elite referential:
Al-pocalypse
A player of the game called "Elite"
Had a mission that would not complete
Complain, though he might
The devs. would lose sight
Of a message not buried in peat
Not to be out-done, RK pitched in with another Elite Limerick and so a tragic story began:
Ronnie Kane
A player of the game called 'Elite'
Had a mission with pay that looked sweet
The target was missing
He jumped out of system
And bounty hunters shot off his feet
Al-pocalypse
Footless, he sought out an engineer
Who could fit him the latest of gear
His shiny new feet:
Fusion fueled elite
And kept cool by heat-sinks in the rear
Ronnie Kane
Hotfoot to the nearest port
Faster than he knew he ought
For the heat was a bore
That melted the floor
As his control panel started to short
Al-pocalypse
To the station maintenance crew he would gasp:
"You have to help me, I'm welded down, you grasp?
I'm stuck to the floor
Need I say any more?
It's these new feet, they're a pain in the Asp!"
Dexter Vex
They looked in confusion indeed.
At the state of his shinny new feet.
Then looked at the floor,
And pulled out a saw.
And cut off his legs toote suite.
Al then dropped out of cannon, just to make fun of Vex
[Al-pocalypse
A swift comment that Dexter Vex makes
That all the ships are named after snakes
The Asp and the Adder
The Viper, oh and the:
Type 9 Heavy that's found in The Lakes.]
RK then returns us back to the story
Ronnie Kane
Then the commanders face went grim
His medical chances were slim
His pilot's life done
He was back to square one
Minus one more precious limb
Al-pocalypse
He examined the loss of his credits
In part thanks to the engineer's edits
A vengeance he swore
He prepared for war
And to earn this week's power play merits
Dexter Vex
The limbs soon turned manky and gangrenous
So before this tale gets to tortuous
Don't forget this day
So that we all say
There's a reason it's called Elite Dangerous
With Vex supplying a very suitable ending limerick and everyone having finished work for the day; the tomfoolery ended.
