In the year of our lord P.B. Two Thousand Eight
(That means "pre-beta" folks, try to keep up there m8's)
Was created a game changed the world that we knew
Which gave rise to addiction in more than a few
I refer to our one and true love Dub-G-T
As forsaking all else we play now constantly
Neither sleep, food, nor mates grant release from its grip
As reality fades from our memories to slip
Like some forgotten dream of some far away place
From one virtual course to another we race
We lost souls who have given up all just to play
that we might beat ol' BolloxinBruges some day.
Amen
Doc