I've observed all this verse,
Ymir is tracking down.
Going from bad to worse,
But this one wears the crown!

A grubby group of chaps,
with psychopaths replete!
The oddest place, perhaps,
for POETS to compete!?

And yet we have 'em all,
from Warriors to to Boffins.
And Battlemechs and Dogs
And Reapers kind in coffins!

A truly diverse grouping,
in microverse complete.
All joined together, hoping,
That Fallout 2's as neat!

And now this rhyme is done,
before my mind is squashed.
So far it has been fun,
Being one of the "Unwashed"!