I met a traveller from a GameFAQs quorum,
Who saidTwo vast, trunkless cargo pants
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, in the forum,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose glance,
And wrinkled nose, and eyes askance,
Tell its sculptor well those vidya games knew
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless guides,
The memes that mocked them, and the Hoth that lied;
On the sticky topic, these words yet glare:
My name is Vegymandias, King of Kings;
View my gimmick, white cutiesplease care!
Nothing beside remains. In the wan mist
Of that low-karma account, boundless and sad
The empty topics stretch on, tbh
Take me down from the ridge where the summer ends
And watch the city spread out just like a jet's flame