I met a Deutschlander from an antique game
Who said: Two vast and endless days of work
Stand in the void. Near them, on the thread,
Half drunk, a cartoon figure lies, whose avatar,
With legend a told, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its username well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The players that mocked him and the ale that fed:
And on the headlines these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, modder of modders:
Use my updates, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside compares. Round the polish
Of that colossal work, boundless and bare
The lone and level updates stretch far away.