In Entropia’s vast and cosmic sprawl,
Where stars align and planets call,
A universe of code and dreams,
Binds real wealth in pixel streams.
Project Dollars, ten to one,
Pegged to greenbacks, never done.
From Calypso’s wilds to Arkadia’s shore,
Each item holds a value’s core.
Kingu prowls, a beast of might,
Its scales agleam in alien light.
Hunters clash where loot’s the prize,
Real stakes gleam in avatars’ eyes.
Mine the ore, or craft, or trade,
In markets where true fortunes fade.
A space station sold for thousands grand,
Virtual deeds, like grains of sand.
Sweat and grind, or deal in land,
Build empires with a steady hand.
From Neverdie’s bold asteroid reign,
To bankers’ bets on digital gain.
Yet entropy, the silent king,
Wears down all that wealth can bring.
Each bullet fired, each armor’s dent,
Decays to dust, no coin unspent.
Kingu roars, its loot a spark,
A fleeting win in endless dark.
For in this game, where cash is real,
Time carves loss no code can heal.
Entropia, a mirror’s gleam,
Of life’s own chase, its fleeting dream.
Where players rise, and riches fall,
The universe consumes us all.
Where stars align and planets call,
A universe of code and dreams,
Binds real wealth in pixel streams.
Project Dollars, ten to one,
Pegged to greenbacks, never done.
From Calypso’s wilds to Arkadia’s shore,
Each item holds a value’s core.
Kingu prowls, a beast of might,
Its scales agleam in alien light.
Hunters clash where loot’s the prize,
Real stakes gleam in avatars’ eyes.
Mine the ore, or craft, or trade,
In markets where true fortunes fade.
A space station sold for thousands grand,
Virtual deeds, like grains of sand.
Sweat and grind, or deal in land,
Build empires with a steady hand.
From Neverdie’s bold asteroid reign,
To bankers’ bets on digital gain.
Yet entropy, the silent king,
Wears down all that wealth can bring.
Each bullet fired, each armor’s dent,
Decays to dust, no coin unspent.
Kingu roars, its loot a spark,
A fleeting win in endless dark.
For in this game, where cash is real,
Time carves loss no code can heal.
Entropia, a mirror’s gleam,
Of life’s own chase, its fleeting dream.
Where players rise, and riches fall,
The universe consumes us all.