Board Thread:Game Discussion/@comment-26829117-20160620123600/@comment-26829117-20171004130736

The time has come my friends... I'm probably going to still be playing for a bit as I need to wean myself off this game but I am going to step down as an admin for the wiki. It's been fun guys but I need to find better things to do with my time. I'll still keep the strategy page updated whilst I'm playing but if someone else wants to pick it up then I'm more than happy to relinquish control.

Sirebel and the Wikiman

The sun was shining on the track, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The tarmac smooth and bright-- And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done-- "It's very rude of him," she said, "To come and spoil the fun!"

The track was wet as wet could be, The tires were dry as dry. You could not see a safety car, because No car was on the track: No ME7 were flying overhead-- There were no ME7's to fly.

Sirebel and the Wikiman Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of trolls: "If this were only cleared away," They said, "it would be grand!"

"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year. Do you suppose," Sirebel said, "That they could get it clear?" "I doubt it," said the Wikiman, And shed a bitter tear.

"O Fandums, come and walk with us!" Sirebel did beseech. "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Around the slippy track: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each."

The eldest Fandum looked at him, But never a word he said: The eldest Fandum winked his eye, And shook his heavy head-- Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the Fandum-bed.

But four young Fandum hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their pants were clean and neat-- And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any balls.

Four other Fandums followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more-- All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the track.

Sirebel and the Wikiman Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Fandum stood And waited in a row.

"The time has come, " Sirebel said, "To talk of many things: Of tires--and cars--and race-tracks-- Of exploits--and admins-- And why the wiki is boiling hot-- And whether Fandums have wings." "But wait a bit," the Fandums cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are bitter!" "No hurry!" said the Wikiman. They thanked him much for that.

"A bit of peace," Sirebel said, "Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed-- Now if you're ready, Fandums dear, We can begin to race."

"But don't leave us!" the Fandums cried, Turning a little blue. "After such bitterness, that would be A dismal thing to do!" "The night is fine," Sirebel said. "Do you admire the view?

"It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nasty!" The Wikiman said nothing but "Beat that WTTT time: I wish you were not quite so deaf-- I've had to ask you twice!"

"It seems a shame," Sirebel said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them on so far, And made them race so quick!" The Wikiman said nothing but "The furai's drives too quick!"

"I weep for you," Sirebel said: "I deeply sympathize." With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the quickest times, Holding his pocket-handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

"O Fandum," said the Wikiman, "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again?' But answer came there none-- And this was scarcely odd, because They'd beaten every one.