An Entropia Anthology

[Donald]

Dear Friends,

I want to create an anthology dedicated to poems and songs I have written, and will write, pertaining to the Entropian Unverse. As my first offering, please consider:

"The Hunting Pays For Itself"

I have a secret to share,
But I wonder whether I dare...
It's concerning a beach
That's within easy reach.
Infact, it's just over there,
Where the hunting is better than fair!

The Hunting pays for itself!
The Hunting pays for itself!
What a glorious day!
I like it this way,
When the hunting pays for itself.

A fellow- let's just call him 'Dan'
Came up with a brilliant plan,
"I shall wander around
Until I have found
The TPs through-out all the land,
And I'll get there however I can!"

The Hunting pays for itself!
The Hunting pays for itself!
Leave the purse on the shelf,
There's no need for wealth,
'Cause the hunting pays for itself!

Now friends, no doubt you will wonder,
"Donald, kind Sir, did you blunder,
In linking this man
No matter his plan,
To a beach with all sorts of plunder?
Your words still echo like thunder:

"Oh! The hunting pays for itself!
The Hunting pays for itself!
Oh Hoorah! Hooray!
What more can I say?
When the hunting pays for itself!"

No Silly! You would be wrong.
The reason I wrote down this song,
Is that once on my way,
A visit to pay,
To all the TPs on that long
List, I encountered a throng!

Where the hunting pays for itself!
The hunting pays for itself!
'Berycled Beach', I call it
There's no need for a wallet,
'Cause the hunting pays for itself!

Northwest on Memorial Island,
Hug the beach, remain on the lowland,
At a latitude parallel to
The Oyster TP, is where you,
With Opalo in hand-
Or whatever you've planned-

Can hunt where it pays for itself!
Yes! The hunting pays for itself!
The Berys are many,
So shoot all, or shoot any,
As the hunting pays for itself!

Although this is not my best,
Attempt at a song, I suggest
You do check it out,
And give us a shout,
When after the test,
You find you've been blessed

When the hunting pays for itself!
The hunting pays for itself!
There are peds to be had,
So be a smart lad
And let the hunting pay for itself!

This song is loosely based on the ever-popular, "I'm My Own Grandpa!", but not entirely. If in doubt, just wing it! By the way, it's all True...

Sincerely,
Donald

P.S. Any potential discussion of this thread should be conducted here: Discussion

 

[Donald]

"Aye! On Calypso..."

"It first came to me, on some other forum,
just another in a long list of games that are free.
You can work with your hands, try out the crafting,
become a tailor, whatever, you please...

Aye! On Calypso you can even make money,
You can do what you want to and never pay fee!
Aye! On Calypso, you can release your spirit
and join those who love her, and always play free!

So I did as they told me. "I could even make money!"
I said to the wife who is patient with me.
Right after approval I did that big download,
and soon I was set down in Port Atlanty!

Sing:Aye! On Calypso, you can play without money,
and without deposit, but we wish you would please!
cause to play without money will soon crush your spirit
"no it won't", "yes it will", "I disagrees!"

So I tried not to sweat it and bought an opalo
some ammo to match and soon was hunting.
I shot a Combibo, and an Exarosaurus,
a Daikab, a GibNib, and a Corn- so you see!

Aye! On Calypso you can even go hunting,
use all sorts of weapons, from ranged to melee!
Aye! On Calypso you can make a good fortune,
Hunt mobs on the land, and rippers by sea!

I soon learned a new word, it's pronounced Dee Pah Zhit,
It means giving your cash to MindArk for a fee.
You give them 100 they credit you less than-
and soon you are off a new spending spree!

'Cause High on Calypso the peds flow like money,
but they all flow away from, and never toward thee!
Aye! On Calypso you might meet your honey
It really could happen, so just wait and see!"

[Excerpted from Donald's Dairy. Discussion]

 

[Donald]

"Global On!"

"Friends are leaving all around, and yet, I'm bound to stay.
Thanks to all, I'm much obliged, for what you've done, I say...
I know its time for you to go; there's other games to play!
But now I'm feeling pain, and must refrain from heading that way....

I know there's one thing I've got to do...

Level up! Rifle skills and colour matching must pursue!
I'm going round Eudoria to find my global all the day.
I've been this way since an April day- Global! HoF!
Gotta find the sheen of golden things!

Mine's a tale that can't be told, freedom of speech? no, not here....
How years ago in games of old, as a miner I was there
But in the darkest depths of forums, I found a game so dear!

But MindArk, and the evil dollars crept up and slipped away with her,
her, her....yeah.

[Chorus]

Gonna global on, dye my thong. Gotta keep-a-huntin' for my skills...
Gonna roam all day, get trapped I may. I can't stop this feelin' in
my heart- Gotta keep a-searchin' for my, my, my, my paaaaay!"

[Excerpted from Donald's Diary Discussion]