ElGascon
08-24-2003, 03:30
I dedicate this ode to all of the Good Samaritans that aided this warlord's quest. Play some medieval trill behind it (makes the mood better.)
http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wacko.gif I'll satisfy my agressive tendencies with the Custom Battles for now, till I can finagle a more powerful system from my boss. http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wacko.gif
Thanks again, y'all http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wave.gif
The Matter of a Lackluster Video Card
Heed to those with tops of lap,
The hazards t'will bring to thee
In the matters of the S3 Video
and the little RAM it heeds.
The telling of this gallant tale,
Don Terrore della Mancha lived,
and the quest that brought him tither,
to lay his villains hither.
And yet denied this valiant quest,
our Lord did find his challenge.
Some demons possessed his fiery steed,
and ran him round and scattered.
The Mancha at once valourious,
and pitiful did seek
thru click, and key his victory,
the demons did not flee.
Arrested from his triumph,
The Mancha's fire did not wane.
His final hour spent in him,
fought thru with all in vain.
And then the Citadel appeared,
as through the midst was heaven.
His call went out for succor,
Response was readily given.
Then thundering through the cyber storms,
came riders to his side.
They slew with heartless fury,
smiting all the demons as a tide.
The riders lay a dreadful waste
to all that lay in Mancha's way.
They slew through RAM, and through the night,
And through the following day.
And yet, when all these deeds were done,
the Mancha still was barred.
Alone with Steed possessed of none,
but a lackluster Video Card.
http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wacko.gif I'll satisfy my agressive tendencies with the Custom Battles for now, till I can finagle a more powerful system from my boss. http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wacko.gif
Thanks again, y'all http://www.totalwar.org/forum/non-cgi/emoticons/wave.gif
The Matter of a Lackluster Video Card
Heed to those with tops of lap,
The hazards t'will bring to thee
In the matters of the S3 Video
and the little RAM it heeds.
The telling of this gallant tale,
Don Terrore della Mancha lived,
and the quest that brought him tither,
to lay his villains hither.
And yet denied this valiant quest,
our Lord did find his challenge.
Some demons possessed his fiery steed,
and ran him round and scattered.
The Mancha at once valourious,
and pitiful did seek
thru click, and key his victory,
the demons did not flee.
Arrested from his triumph,
The Mancha's fire did not wane.
His final hour spent in him,
fought thru with all in vain.
And then the Citadel appeared,
as through the midst was heaven.
His call went out for succor,
Response was readily given.
Then thundering through the cyber storms,
came riders to his side.
They slew with heartless fury,
smiting all the demons as a tide.
The riders lay a dreadful waste
to all that lay in Mancha's way.
They slew through RAM, and through the night,
And through the following day.
And yet, when all these deeds were done,
the Mancha still was barred.
Alone with Steed possessed of none,
but a lackluster Video Card.