The Mother Fucking Times
When the old Bbw crew was around.
Bitches would bow down.
The Land of Bbw was a thriving CS community.
There was such a feeling of comradery and unity.
xMerclordx played more computer games than me back then.
I wish those times would come around again.
The hack circle was a sacred spot that we would meet at every day to play hack.
We weren’t suppose to play inside, and the janitors would give us flack.
When high school was around, the entire BMT crew would represent.
I remember at a LAN some guy asked, “Who’s pitching a tent?”
Oz immediately stated after, “I don’t think that’s a thing one dude should say to another dude”.
It was really fucking hilarious, but somewhat rude.
Tolton’s Class was the most fun I’ve ever had in my life during school.
I couldn’t think of another classroom that cool.
LAN parties used to go on at least once a month and for days at a time.
We would have so much fun at them it would feel like a crime.
People were excited to go to each and everyone.
We would mow bitches down on DoD with a gatling gun.
The Infamous LAN Tiki which was used to beat people over the head.
Hit lawn gnome over the head and put his “boost me, boost me” ass to bed.
I went to my first LAN at Cicero’s house.
Krazykid got body slammed and broke his collar bone from a bouse.
Starcraft was the first PC game I ever played.
I started playing that crazy, addicting game in the 6th grade.
Napster was one of the first music sharing programs, only to be admin banned.
Why did people have to be such assholes and get it shit canned?
Half-Life was the most amazing first person shooter ever seen.
I started playing this game and I wasn’t even a teen.
I met Tc and Dp for the first time through paintball.
The chain of friends that were soon to come was like urban sprawl.
Soon I found out that we shared many common interests.
A bunch of war driving nonconformists.
And with all this I ask where have the good times gone?
We have been separated at college for a short period of time, to use our brains instead of brawn.
thanks for that trent, good memories.
great title as well.
Thanks, It was the first piece of poetry ive ever really written so I was hoping it was going to be a complete sham.
haha
dru
The Art of Subconscious Illusion
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ozntz
toooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
BAM HEADSHOT
Hess
Well on the way to the unknown
Damn I remember all of those. To be young and innocent again...
lol god damn I remember a lan at ben b's house when we were playing starcraft custom games (dodge the rapist) and oz was like screaming/laughing for like 2 hours.