A Poem for Leoreth (Artistic Liberties apply)
Oh mighty Rhye, founder of RFC,
Patron of those who love history,
Your works have been refined by the stern but benevolent Leoreth
Whose mighty efforts, sweat bursting from his brow, fingers tightened from long use,
Make a mod already giving honor to the struggles of history even more realistic
Oh great Leoreth, who stands alone carrying the torch of history safely,
Avoiding the raging seas of arbitrary randomness and excessive attention to detail,
Your work turning a game that was once old, into a game worth more than precious gems
Your work binding the tattered remnants of a beloved community brought low by age
Your work redeeming old-school game design,
Let yourself be enshrined in the halls of Mod development
Let yourself bow to none in submission, but show your face proudly amongst the great modders old and new
May your work bring you and others joy until it ceases, and even beyond that, your legacy being indestructible,
Until the last breath of humanity and its spirit is drawn.