So the new year event is over now and all my coins are wasted. I shall express my rage in the only way I know how. Through a Shakespearean sonnet.
Sonnet 180.1.0
For many a moons nexon doth neglect
To mend the ailment of thine server's heart.
The players vexed from lag and disconnect,
I do prophesy many shall depart.
And with a serpent's tongue they hath excuse,
Aware are we and investigating.
The people grow numb, know well of thy ruse
Oh fortune's fool! As surely comes the spring!
But further, banished was the rooster's shop,
And when the clock doth struck the final hour,
Thou still hadst not made the requested swap.
A tempest shall blow as the mood turns sour.
Our toils and gold gone as dust in the wind,
A plague on your office for thou hath sinned!
What light through yonder window breaks nexon's game?11 votes
It is the east, and Cassandra is the cause
9% (1 vote)
Maple admin's hands will ne'er be clean
0% (0 votes)
Alas poor Gaga! I knew him, a fellow of infinite lag
good job nexon. you brought back the new year shop but event hall is still laggy n shieeeeeeeee
Sonnet 182.2.0
A blessing thou might bethink this hath been
A fanciful dream thou wouldst most be in.
For I has't seen the truth upon my screen
A similar tale is told from my kin.
The rooster's shop hath returned once again
But once in the hall, the client wobbled,
I lagged and crashed, the computer was drained!
No change was made, except for the Donald.
Peace ho! For what shall it profit a man
If he shall gain coins but cannot spend it?
Tried I may, I didst everything I can
With no course I can foresee, I submit.
My hopes as a patron gone like the night,
Pigs shall fly before nexon hears our plight.
Meanwhile, I'm here with 1k unspent coins on my main and 500 each on my HS slave and Kishin mule, never had any probs with Event Hall, I just forgot to buy all the stuff before it ended lol. And Nexon decided to give me another chance. Ty based Nexon. Even though I'll probably forget to buy all the crap again.
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Sonnet 182.2.0
A blessing thou might bethink this hath been
A fanciful dream thou wouldst most be in.
For I has't seen the truth upon my screen
A similar tale is told from my kin.
The rooster's shop hath returned once again
But once in the hall, the client wobbled,
I lagged and crashed, the computer was drained!
No change was made, except for the Donald.
Peace ho! For what shall it profit a man
If he shall gain coins but cannot spend it?
Tried I may, I didst everything I can
With no course I can foresee, I submit.
My hopes as a patron gone like the night,
Pigs shall fly before nexon hears our plight.