I come from the Net,
through Systems, Sprites, and Ports,
to this place:
The Server.

My format: Guardian.
To mend and defend.
To defend my newfound Home,
It's hopes and dreams.
To defend it from
it's Enemies.


Thunderbird hit the pathways hard, damn nasty Trojan horse's. Bloody things get in and scamper about wreaking all kinds of havoc. Damn things been trying to get inside the main server for cycles now, only a matter of time before it would. If he couldn't get a handle on it soon he'd need to call in a few favors, but who'd really wanna help him after the Daemon incident. He came around the corner into a mass of binomes and sprites,

"Rendicious..." He uttered in annoyance, "You'll slip up eventually my 'friend'." He activate his zip board and launched himself across the Server scape. The viral city wasn't far from here, and the trojan new that.

"Warning.... Incoming games."

"Aw just lovely, and i was hoping for some down time."