EVE General Discussion

O Captain! My Captain! by Walt Whitman as re-interpreted by Xanadu Redux

1

O FC! my FC! our fearful trip is done;
My Atron has weather’d every gate, the button we sought is won;
The station is near, the cheers I hear, the coms all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady guns, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the flotsam of twisted wreckage,
Where on the nebulae my FC lies,
Fallen disconnected.

2

O FC! my FC! Relog coms and ding Vents bells;
Rise up—for you the fleet is holding—for you we faced Hells;
For you LP and factions rewards—for you the newbies a-twitter;
For you they call, the chaotic mass, their eager voices spurring;
Here FC! dear fellow!
The stars beneath your head;
It is some dream that in your vat,
You’ve fallen disconnected.

3

My FC does not answer, his corpse spins in space;
My fellow does not heed the coms, he has no pulse nor will;
His ship is but cosmic dust, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, my victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O stations, and ring, O channels!
But I, with mournful dread,
Fly the stars where my FC lies,
Fallen disconnected.

Seems fun. Although English is not my first language. But let's give it a try. (stil not 100% happy with it. But I suppose updates are possible until the end date)

Original Poem : The Charge of the Light Brigade by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

The Charge of the Frig Brigade


One more jump, One more jump,
One more jump onward,
All in the Nebula of Death,
warped the six hunderd.
'Forward the Frig Brigade!
Charge for the gate' he said
Into the Nebula of Death
warped the six hunderd

'Forward, the Frig Brigade!'.
Was there a clone dismay'd?
No tho' the pilots knew
Someone had blunder'd :
Theirs not to Teamspeak 'why',
Theirs not to Mumble 'bye',
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the Nebula of Death
Warped the six hundred.

Drones to right of them,
Drones to left of them,
Drones in front of them,
Primarized and alpha'd,
Fired at with beam and shell
Boldly they flew and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Flew the six hundred.

Setting their mods hot,
using every slot
Gunning for the sweetspot
Charging a fleet while
All the universe wonder'd:
Plunged in the interdictor choke
Right thro' the blob they broke;
The enemy fleet
Reel'd from the massive stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they flew back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Drones to right of them,
Drones to left of them,
Drones in front of them,
Primarized and alpha'd;
Fired at with beam and shell
While ship and pod fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All of Eve wonder'd.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Frig Brigade,
Noble six hundred!

RAIN Arthie's Entry

Miner

Here I float all broken hearted,
From my hulk I was departed.

Mining in a belt so grand,
Feet propped up, remote in hand.

While nodding off, I heard a sound,
I sat straight up and shut her down.

Engaging thrusters, while aligning to dock,
By a capital ship I was blocked.

Over the coms, the capital did say,
“We’re CFC and we’re here to stay”

“Listen little miner and listen well
To your corp you do need tell.

This is a CTA from the CFC,
Now run little miner, listen to me.”

Away I flew, and in the station I docked,
Avoiding gunfire, and almost getting popped.

Through the station I did run,
Shouting and screaming “CTA, time for fun!”

To their ships, everyone went,
When I made it back to mine, I was spent.

I climbed back in and held on tight,
I shook with fear, in my hulk that night.

Out the station, I did go,
Aligning to the fleet, which was at the node.

At the node, we looked shiny and brilliant,
However it turns out, we were not that resilient.

I died in combat, to that I am proud,
A shot fired from a dread, turn my ship into an ore cloud.

Out here I float, all naked and cold,
Thinking to myself, that this is getting pretty dang old.

I agree that you are the original author of the work. But the contest rules called for both a "new" and original work. Your submission is original, but you are recycling something that you acknowledge was written in 2011.

Basic Contest Rules:

1. Create a new original EVE related parody of a (reasonably) well-known poem.


Slightly more detailed rules:
- Must be a new and original parody. In order to determine that you are in fact the creator and not just ripping it off from someone else, the first instance of the parody must be in this thread. If I find the parody posted anywhere else (unless it clearly has a later timestamp than your posting) it will be disqualified.

The author of my entry is every bathroom stall in America. Especially military bathrooms. Would you like me to post a copy of what is written to prove the legitamacy?

Sorry to use an original that someone else already has, but here's my take on it...after HED-GP.

Original
O Captain! My Captain!
-Walt Whitman


Parody
O FC! My FC!
BY Coelus Kugisa

O FC! my FC! our drunken little fool,
You cyno’d us to black screen death, the prize we sought is gone,
The dock is near, but too far I fear, the N3 all exulting,
While follow eyes the insurance tick, my vessel dead while loading;
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the unseen smoking from my hull,
There is no grid my FC cries,
laughing at our folly.

O FC! my FC! we rise up to heed the ping;
Rise up—for you a fleet awaits—for you our Dreads we bring,
For you fleet porn and kitten gifs—for you the Twitch a-streaming,
For you they call, the pubbie mass, their eager eyes awaiting;
Here FC! dear leader!
The beers upon our table!
It is some dream that in the tunnel,
We’ve fallen cold and dead.

My FC does not answer, his chat log pale and still,
My leader does not hear my call, has he no pulse nor will?
The pod is docked up safe and sound, its rebirth back in station,
From TiDi’d grip the enemy ships comes in with object won;
Exult O forums, and ring O killboard!
But I with mournful tread,
Watch TV as my client lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

very good! i was intending to do something with that poem, but you beat me to it.
here's one based on the beatles song, obladi oblada:


Boat was titan bridging for the CFC
Makes a single mistake with his hand
When the titan landed PL screamed with glee
And with a sinking feeling Boat begins his stand

(Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on
Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on)

Boat is quickly tackled by the HICs in store
Calls for allies via Jabber ping
Local spikes as Goonswarm starts to flood the door
And when PL’s friends jump in they begin to sing

(Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on
Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on)

(In a couple of secs tidi slows their fight to stone
With a couple of fleets brawling in the mess of slowcats and sentry drones)

Happily ever after in the depths of space
TEST and N3 pilots lend a hand
“Grr goons” goes up as they make an about-face
And as the fighting winds down battle fleets disband

(Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on
Obladi oblada
Life goes on brah
Lalalala life goes on)

(And if you want some fun
Take obladiblada)

Thankyou . If you have some good ideas for the Light Brigade then I would say, don't let the fact that I made one already stop you.I have left the 'bones' of the poem intact to keep it's strength. So I would understand to see those things back in your poem. I would appreciate however that the altered lines differ alot. I'm sure there is something worse in Eve then Drones, Drones, Drones

Parody of "The Gods of the Copybook Headings" - by Rudyard Kipling


As I jump from my current location into clones in distant space
And think about who owns this station - they, the previous holders replaced.
And before them others had owned it. I watched them flourish and fall.
Yet the gods of the Jovian sectors silently outlast them all.

We were living on land when they met us. They showed us each in turn
That internet space ships were useful and lasers looked hot when they burned.
They gave us space rocks to harvest they promised us ISK untold
They even gave out a space yacht that was made of solid gold.

But some there were who doubted, were lazy, or out of their mind
So they left the Jovians offer and became a plague on mankind.
They wardecced and killed with abandon and on any unlike them gave chase
And the noobs lot became a sad one, as they devoured tears from their face.

They warred on the miners and salesmen. they killed off friendly and free.
They chased away any from deep space now vacant for any to see.
And the Jovians told us, “don’t worry, build an empire of civil respect”
“A place where the friendly and helpful can build to their hearts content”.

In the newly founded sandbox we were promised a fuller life.
Which started by helping our neighbor and then stealing his boat load of ice.
M0o, Mittani, bob, and Lofty sold us a bill of goods
Claiming scamming and combat would feed us so we all covered our heads up with hoods.

They swore if we took up our weapons, that attacks on us would cease
That those who take our things from us would leave us here in peace.
But the arms and building exposed us, they drew envious attackers like flies
They took everything we constructed, then covered their crime with some lies.

So now I sit in the station, that my former alliance laid down
The current masters are tightwads, and the market will not make a sound
Because tho’ we have plenty of money there is nothing our money can buy
For the scammer controls the near markets and the prices have gone up too high.

We’re all looking for some place to setup, safe undiscovered remote.
A place to call a homeland, for those still daring to hope.
But something inside me is leery, I’m doubting it will be the case
That any find peace in a system this side of Jovian space

As the gods of the Jovian sectors plan new mazes to bring us down low
I think up schemes to take outposts that we owned many years ago.
The peace and prosperity promised may never come to this place
As long as pilots with jumpclones remember who settled this space.

"A Poison War"

I was at war with a friend:
After seven days our war did end.
I was at war with a griefing troll:
I paid no ransom, my bounty did grow.

And I watered it in carebear tears,
Night and morning with docking games and jeers;
And I sunned it with local smack,
And telling him that his Corp was whack.

And it grew both night and day,
Till I found the right mercs to pay.
And my foe beheld their might.
And he knew that he was in for a fight,

And into my system stole
When downtime had veiled the pole;
Finally online glad I see
My foe had been podded and lost his Vindi.

original is "A Poison Tree" by William Blake