Ode to Competitive

Once upon a time there was a low rank
Who didn't know much about the game
He played carefree, he didn't have a name
Nor much SP in the bank

Everything was bliss for him
But, suddenly, he wanted more
He dueled for the first time, opening the first door
Tomorrow he did it again, vertabim

However, that was all
He played two duels and forgot
Of the treasure he can get
Going again in any mindless brawl

The moon was shining, the sun had set
And John took his mind from the game
Being preoccupied with RL things that he crave
351 days passed, he won't return to the game, I bet

Out of the blue though, John reminded
Once again he logged in
And into the fray, again, he went in
This time he was less blinded

Real issues matured John
Wanting more from Atwar
Thinking there must be more to Atwar than just...war
So into his first coalition he gone

This clan, though, was full of SP farmers
In some time John realised this
And thought to himself: 'How did I got into this?'
He wanted to quit, with his time not wanting to barter

After one month, John receiveth a pr/ from Jupiter
'You are invited in my clan
You'll never get good in that band'
Not looking back, John accepted the offer

In the new clan, John learned a thing or two
Of the value of the 3v3s and duels
Strategies, game mechanics, tbs and upgrades
He also made a friend or even two

After one year it cameth his first clan war
John was shaking
Adrenaline levels were raising
He must use what he learneth so far

It was a defeat, but John was happy
He cwed for the first time
For him it begun a new life
Let's not get too sappy

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Two years have gone by
John is now leader in that coalition
His time there was sweet, without a friction
On the forums, from time to time though, there's a cry

John now mastereth many strategies
Guerilla Warfare, Iron Fist, Sky Menace,
Master of Stealth, Lucky Bastard, Perfect Defence
And he duelled like he had non-stop batteries

Even if he seldomly pauses for a month or more
He resumes always his cwing
This sport to him much joy it brings
Nevermind those games with violence and gore

Dear reader, if you think you cannot make it
To the cw scene, where the best players gather
Read this story, can it happen?
Of your Atwar time, make the most of it!

Aye this be a good rap

*applause*

#OP

When does the video clip come out