A Poem to CBA poem to CB CB You used to mean so much To so many How much do you mean now? I don't pretend to speak for everyone Or anyone but myself Though I wouldn't doubt others Feel the same lack of soul as I All supporters of this CB Good for you I'm not trying to change what you think Just to make you think a little more This may be simple rantings Of an old man refusing change I saw these old posts as that as well I once thought these changes were at the bottom line good Not all beneficial Not all damaging But simply a net positive change To the "problems" of CB1 I was disappointed in the removal Of CB1 But I do not blame Jon, and would've done The same To the idea that CB1 was a tight-knit community And the vets "whining" CB2 will never be the same To the CB2 vets simply yelling "Make this CB just as good as that one" It will never be the same The people will not be the same The people arn't the same So to make this as good as CB1 is impossible I do not dispute that there were gameplay flaws In my beloved CB1 But can any of you say There are none in CB2? People were too high for anyone to ever catch up Ranged weapons were doing ludicrous damage But for some people The gameplay was a minor aspect of the game That is a ludicrous statement But for some reason It seems to make perfect sense To me Now remember, this is not to promote an argument Nor to disrespect Jon nor CB2 These are simply my thoughts Ignore them if they offend you I won't be returning to CB2 again And most won't care But why not? Why won't anyone care? We have the NUB in place to retain new players So why don't we care whether or not A new player comes to CB2? Or that a veteran loses his CB soul? In CB1 we would welcome into our fold Anyone who truely wished to care But if that new account that started today never comes back Who will care? I only ask of this Think about your CB Think about what you want it to be And fight for what you believe in Does any of this make sense? Probably not But it does to me, and I will add this to the wiki For all to see, unless it is truely unwanted As for the wall of rememberance I leave it to whomever here feels Truely knew me best For to write my own would be hypocritical Good night CB Good night Jon Good night the souls That still manage to care last edited by AdminNightStrike at Oct 19 2006 - Edit A Poem to CB Pages that link to this page: |