Who plays there so late in the night dark and drear?
The tester it is, the levelbuilder is near;
He contoleth Lara confidently with his hand,
He contoleth her safely, and very elegant.
“My tester, wherefore seek’st thou thy face thus to hide?“ –
“Look, builder, the texture error close on this side!
Dost see not the texture, so blurred like stain?“ –
“My tester, ’tis the mist rising over the plain.
Oh, look, thou dear tester! oh look thou, be wise!
Not many of games will be a sight for sore eyes;
On my strand, lovely flowers their blossoms unfold,
Even enemys grace thee with garments of gold.“ –
“My builder, my builder, and dost thou not hear
The noisy sounds the enemy now breathes in mine ear?“ –
“Be calm, dearest tester, ’tis thy fancy deceives;
’Tis the waterfalls rush, not what thou believes.
Wilt go, then, dear tester, wilt go now left there?
A cutscene shall please thee, so thou can’t stop stare.
Animated maids their glad festival keep,
They’ll dance thee, and rock thee, and sing thee to sleep.“ –
“My builder, my builder, and dost thou not see,
The bad lighting at the place there, next to the tree?“ –
“My tester, my tester, now look around thou,
Many flares lie about here, to light ev’ry bough.
I love this game, I’m charm’d by its beauty and joy!
And if thou’rt carp further, then force I’ll employ.“ –
“My builder, my builder, work on it again,
Thou need to rebuild now, even if thou complain.“ –
The builder builds quickly, with terror half wild,
He removes all errors, and get very riled;
He converts his level with toil and with dread,
The level crashes, the builder is dead.