June 22nd. A Friday. A string of unresponsive server queries. Hundreds left stranded. A trail of broken hearts left by one game... and one man.
[Somber Verse]
Queslar is down
The server unresponsive
Queues go untended
Our tears fill the ponds of
Discord chats
Bug reports
and text messages
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Friends out partying
Drinking, smoking, fornicating
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Back to work again
Rappin', Codin', Debuggin'
[Somber Verse]
Queslar is down
The server unresponsive
Writing strongly worded letters
Saved to my waste bin
Recited to imaginary friends
Searching deep inside
Back where my feelings hide
Is the server cpu all cool
Can I reboot for you?
Blah, we need our caves
Time wasters for us knaves
Queslar, the game we crave
Hope all my info saved
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Friends out partying
Drinking, smoking, fornicating
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Back to work again
Rappin', Codin', Debuggin'
[Somber Verse]
How many times
Can I press Control F 5?
Is there anyone else I can text?
Funny my questions
seem similar to ones
I would send an ex
Can I get in?
Am I in yet?
What's that twirly thing you're doing?
I'm not getting anything
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Friends out partying
Drinking, smoking, fornicating
[Chorus]
Where do we go
On a Friday night
Back to work again
Rappin', Codin', Debuggin'