T'was back in the Olde Days that the word spread around,
For ZP had risen and begun to astound.
It began as a trickle and became a rush
While the old guard stood ready, the new soon to crush.
I was one of the first to crawl from the mire,
To lift my self up so to aim ever higher.
And yet I lingered, for a bad blight here I saw
For someone was wrong, and that, my mind did abhor.
"Dear Internet," I wrote with fingers full of rage,
"Why restrain potential in this ignorant cage?
You state hearsay, gossip and rumour as fact.
State a reference, please, and get this back on track."
So here I stand as a mod, my great sword unsheathed
Having smitten down trolls when they so much as breathed.
Let the forum be told that of all my three years
The best times were discussions, with my closest peers.