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(Read to the beat of "Casey at the Bat")

The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Deathfart four that day; The score stood nine to nine with but minutes left to play. When s_B_d. ate a thor, and The_Green_Man did the same, A sickly silence fell upon the spec'ers of the game.

The Famous One was missing, last thing said was "BRB", He was either outside smoking, or got up to take a pee. The fans relied on Famous, "He's the man" was one thing heard; They'd put up even money now on Famous and his bird.

But the countdown kept on running, the Ref said "10 more min", Then hushed the rowdy crowd, to be heard above the din. "Where is your last player?", he said, "There's no one to attack!" But now there seemed but little chance of Famous coming back.

"We win! We win!" the opponents said, "You forfeit, game is done." s_B_d. was all a wreck, and cursed The Famous One. "That little shit, that bastard. What a time to leave!" "Just wait a sec" said Eggman, "There's something up his sleeve."

Then from 1000 keyboards and more, there rose a lusty yell; It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell; It almost ceased the internet, that mighty clicky-clack... The words sat bold upon the screen: "Famous Anus> I AM BACK"

There was ease in Famous' manner as he thrusted into space; There was pride in Famous' bearing and a smile upon his face. And when, responding to the cheers, he gave his bird a flip, No stranger in the crowd could doubt 'twas Famous in his ship.

Two thousand eyes were on him as he headed into hell; Ten thousand fingers applauded as he expended his last repel. "Don't need it", Famous typed, while still handling his ship; Defiance gleamed in Fame's eye, a sneer curled Famous' lip.

And now a fiery EMP bomb came hurtling through the air, And Famous sat there watching it in haughty grandeur there. The crowd sat looking silently, an eerie sort of lull; "No need to dodge" said Famous, as it struck him in the hull.

From the spec stands filled with people, there went up a muffled groan, Like the beating of a newbie by a vet in Alpha Zone. "He's not ready! Kill the shooter!" typed a fan quite angrily; And it's likely they'd have killed him had not Famous typed "NP".

A 360 in his warbird, great Famous' visage shone; He stilled the rising tumult; he bade the game go on; An L2 crept onto his screen, the enemy was on attack; But Famous still ignored it, as it struck him in the back.

"Cheat!" cried the maddened spec'ers, and echo answered cheat, But a rocket from the Famous One brought the crowd onto its feet. They saw his stream of bullets come heading towards his men, And they knew that The Famous One would not get hit again.

The warbird plummeted onward, as the Famous One drew near; His ship shook cruel with violence, his oponents stood in fear. Bombs and guns engulfed them, no matter where they ran; And then a sudden flicker... and shock filled every fan.

Oh, somewhere in this favored zone the sun is shining bright; Victory music played somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light. And somewhere freq's are laughing, and somewhere young negs shout; But there is no joy in Subspace-- mighty Famous has lagged out.

-F.A.