Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale:
a tale of a fateful trip.
That started from this tropic port,
Aboard this tiny ship.
The mate was a mighty fisherman,
The skipper brave and sure.
Five RMTs set sail that day
For a three hour tour, a three hour tour.
The weather started getting rough,
The tiny ship was tossed,
If not for the 3rd party POS-hack tool,
The minnows would be lost, the minnows would be lost.
The ship set ground on the shore of this uncharted desert isle
With Gllgnnnn
Thsskprrjr too,
Mlyndnnr and his wife,
Mvyssttr
Pfssannmryn,
Here on Gilseller's Isle.
So this is the tale of the castaways,
They're here for a long, long time,
They'll have to make the best of things,
Til the GMs catch their crime.
The first mate and the Skipper too,
Will do their very best,
To make themselves a lot of gil,
At the rest of our expense.
No sub, no gear, no chocobos,
Not a single luxury,
Like mithras in the jungle,
As primative as can be.
So join us here each week my friends,
You're sure to get a smile,
From seven stranded castaways,
Til they're sent to Mordion Gaol!
not mine, read it on a game forum, found it funny...
