I was bored, so sue me. (And Blame Para, he thought it was a good idea)

The Beta's Coming

Coding and Coding in the vanishing time
The programmer cannot hear the gamer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere boredom is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is halted, and everywhere
The ceremony of gaming is drowned;
The best lack all arena, while the worst
Are full of passionate nonsense. (on the forums)

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Beta's Coming is at hand.
The Beta's Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Infogrames
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the internet
A shape with Atari's body and the head of a fool,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow DRM, while all about it
Reel shadows of the lawyers made rich.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That many years of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by gamer's lament,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Impulseland to be born?

The Second Coming

TURNING and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?