Ragnarok Online. Part 1: RO? Whats That? Can eat one Ar??

Here's a story I must tell,
The rhyme and rythm of a pal,
A freak accident that befell,
That eve of Christmas felt like hell.

To break a finger was not grand,
Had a cast without a brand,
Then a CD came from a friend,
Ragnarok Online was the trend.

He smiled and said 'The game's still free',
'Come to Penril and look for me',
Installed the game I did to see,
The hype that beats a cup of tea.

I reached the desert town of Morroc,
Silence hung without a fog,
'An empty town, where's the flock?'
Is this the same Ragnarok?

My friend would work up till night,
To wander off would cause no fright,
But where to go to cause a fight?
Then came an armored knight.

'Hello my friend,' I had to ask,
'Where to gain experiance fast?'
'Exit the town' as he unmasked,
'Picky and Drops would be your task'.

What to pick and what to drop?
It was a blur as I head atop,
The edge of town was like a mop,
Swept me away to a different prop.

The sight at first I could not swallow,
A bouncing kind of H2O,
They call it Drops now I know,
Unsheathed my knife to strike a blow.

I'd like to go on but 2721 stressed,
That life would suck if results get messed,
Stay tuned my friends as more would undress,
The story of RO I'd soon caress.