Hummm...i'm supposed to tell you about myself, but as that would be rather boring, how about I tell you a story instead.

There once was a girl named Hannah,
who was often called Banana.
She loved to play games of the video kind,
even though they would probably make her blind.
One day, on a website named steam,
she found somthing that would fulfill a deam.
A place where the games were unlimited,
more that the eye could count,
all one had to do was set up an account.
"This must be false, too good to be true," our heroine shouted,
"there must be more I have to do!!!"
In fact this was true.
Though the first game was free, a special you see,
if she wanted more to come she'd have to have funds.
"Ohh what am I to do," lamented the girl,
But apon a closer inspection, she found quite the collection.
In a category called free, there were more games than she could see.
One game in particular seemed to catch her eye
"What's this game called TF2, shall I give it a try?"
After a moments hesitation, a new game made it to her collection.
In a moment, in a flash, she had rockets flying past.
A scout on her tail, and spy oh so pail.
And through a sniper's scope and fire blazing bright,
she made her enemies fear her deadly might.
And one fateful day, she did come to play on a server named ToJ.
At first she went unnoticed.
A stranger playing quietly,
not an unusual sight to see.
But then it began to grow,
how it started she'll never know.
Once a week, on a special day,
she would find herself there to play.
And as time passed, as she played each week,
slowly but surely did she learn of each.
First she met a certain Bird of Pray,
who challenged her to a duel each and every play.
Who sang of skunks and needing his slippers,
and who's jokes reeked worst than month old kippers.
He welcomed her warmly each time she played,
made her feel at home every time she stayed.
To her that was a debt she could never repay.
Next came a rodent of unusual size,
who thought stabbing one in the back quite the prize.
He was the leader of the merry little band,
and it did flourish under his mighty hand.
He made the call to the ones near and far,
"Come one, come all. To ToJ to spar."
He led the band in many a merry fight,
he also welcomed her each and every night.
The next one she met was an oil baron by name.
His and her's duels were never called tame.


Stay tuned folks,
for the conclusion of this overly long ramble
to be finished someday.