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Age 111 Ballad

In the age of Netscape, when text ruled the day, A kingdom was born where the dreamers would play. With acres and peasants and dragons to slay, Utopia called — and we all found our way. Mehul Patel, with his code forged in night, Summoned the realms to war and to write. No fancy graphics, just raw, ruthless might, Diplomacy danced in the forum’s dim light. Raise your swords, cast your spells, Sound the horns from the Elven dells! From Angel’s math to IRC yells, We war for glory — and kingdom bells! [Verse 2: Golden Age Drama] The alliances rose, like titans of lore, Absalom, HaJ, and the wrath of Warcry's roar. KLA, X-Legion, the infamous core, Trading flame posts on Utopia Temple's door. Spy ops and dragons, the stealthy betrayals, The logs leaked like wind in a ship’s tattered sails. Fake wars and farmouts, the game never pales, The metagame wove its own mythic tales. Explore, draft, and raze — the tick marches on, A new age begins as the last one is gone. From Human to Orc, Faery to Dwarf, Personalities shifting the balance henceforth. Chained to the throne, the monarchs decide, Who’s friend, who’s foe, who gets nuked in the night. The raze-capped wars, the CFs denied, All for a crown that no spreadsheet can hide. Raise your swords, cast your spells, Sound the horns from the Elven dells! From Angel’s math to IRC yells, We war for glory — and kingdom bells! The player base shrinks, but still hearts remain, Old rivals log in to go warring again. Discord replaced the Temple’s domain, But grudges and legends live on just the same. In Age one-eleven, the battles still flare, With Orcs for Independence, Rejected Superheroes dare. We plan our waves with tactical care, Still chasing that land crown, still ready to swear. So here’s to the kingdom, the province, the war, To spreadsheets and whispers and ages of lore. Long may the ticks tick, the magic restore, Utopia’s not dead — she’s just old to the core.