My story in this game began in two-thousand-four.
I was just a noob, I was broke, I was poor.
At first it was for fun, I was just running around.
Until my hunger grew for riches abound.
I focused on my tech and skills every single day.
Clinical obsession, surgical foray.
I started hunting rares, my satisfaction profuse.
Learning how to trade, some would call it abuse.
Bartered my way to the top, had too many PDs.
All these red boxes, overflowing red seas.
Max stat Red Rings, Adepts, Psycho Wands, Photon Spheres too.
Eighty hit Dark Flows, Guld Millas and Mille Marteauxs.
Black Gear, Three Seals, Heaven Punishers and more.
Pioneer parts, Heart of Morolians galore.
Tsumikiri J-Sword and that casino Excal.
Seventy-eight hit, my dependable pal.
Over time I had earned all of these, losses I mourned.
All the time from my life that this game has torn.
I did all this on PC, on that SCHT.
Then it all ended, enough reason to leave.
All those years melted, what else could I possibly do?
The end of my adventures on Pioneer 2.
Eventually Ephinea did come about.
I decided, "what the hell?" and tried it out.
These guys have done great work, what else could I say?
This game PSO, well it just ain't the same.
For better or for worse, it keeps living on.
But I just think it's time for me to move on.
Well PSO, thanks for all the fun and hearty laughs.
With all of those smiles, you really kicked ass.
Blessed is the memory of the good old days,
When Ragol meant mirth in mysterious ways.
Let's leave you here now, for the gamers of tomorrow.
For all the joy and amusement, from you, they'll borrow.