A poem to CB
CB
You used to mean so much
To so many
How much do you mean now?
I don't pretend to speak for everyone
Or anyone but myself
Though I wouldn't doubt others
Feel the same lack of soul as I
All supporters of this CB
Good for you
I'm not trying to change what you think
Just to make you think a little more
This may be simple rantings
Of an old man refusing change
I saw these old posts as that as well
I once thought these changes were at the bottom line good
Not all beneficial
Not all damaging
But simply a net positive change
To the "problems" of CB1
I was disappointed in the removal
Of CB1
But I do not blame Jon, and would've done
The same
To the idea that CB1 was a tight-knit community
And the vets "whining" CB2 will never be the same
To the CB2 vets simply yelling
"Make this CB just as good as that one"
It will never be the same
The people will not be the same
The people arn't the same
So to make this as good as CB1 is impossible
I do not dispute that there were gameplay flaws
In my beloved CB1
But can any of you say
There are none in CB2?
People were too high for anyone to ever catch up
Ranged weapons were doing ludicrous damage
But for some people
The gameplay was a minor aspect of the game
That is a ludicrous statement
But for some reason
It seems to make perfect sense
To me
Now remember, this is not to promote an argument
Nor to disrespect Jon nor CB2
These are simply my thoughts
Ignore them if they offend you
I won't be returning to CB2 again
And most won't care
But why not?
Why won't anyone care?
We have the NUB in place to retain new players
So why don't we care whether or not
A new player comes to CB2?
Or that a veteran loses his CB soul?
In CB1 we would welcome into our fold
Anyone who truely wished to care
But if that new account that started today never comes back
Who will care?
I only ask of this
Think about your CB
Think about what you want it to be
And fight for what you believe in
Does any of this make sense?
Probably not
But it does to me, and I will add this to the wiki
For all to see, unless it is truely unwanted
As for the wall of rememberance
I leave it to whomever here feels
Truely knew me best
For to write my own would be hypocritical
Good night CB
Good night Jon
Good night the souls
That still manage to care
