In the realm of Rust, where battles unfold,
A veteran player, with courage untold,
Twelve thousand hours, in the game he immersed,
The legend they knew as Anthem, well-versed.

He'd roamed every biome, savored each scene,
From mountains to valleys, and forests serene,
The raiding, the building, the crafting, and more,
Anthem had conquered, with triumphs galore.

He'd fought off the threats, with wit and with might,
Through darkness of night, and sun's golden light,
With comrades and foes, he'd shared blood and sweat,
A brotherhood formed, in Rust's tight-knit net.

But change, as it does, crept into the game,
An update arrived, and nothing's the same,
The recoil was altered, much to his dismay,
A blow to the heart, a tear on display.

The joy he once felt, in each bullet's dance,
Now lost in frustration, with each aiming chance,
His gun, once a friend, now a stranger, it seems,
Betrayed by the devs, who'd shattered his dreams.

But Anthem, the veteran, with spirit unbowed,
Refused to let change, bring him down like a shroud,
Adapting, he tried, to regain his stride,
In the land of Rust, where he'd always reside.

For the game had taught him, life's lessons abound,
To face every challenge, and stand your ground,
And though he was saddened, by updates awry,
Anthem's love for Rust, would never run dry.