In Altis Life on Olympus, I roam, A land of freedom, a digital home, Yet danger lurks in every space, In this game, there’s no safe place.
From Kavala’s streets to Pyrgos’ bay, Random death finds me each day, In helicopters, I take to the sky, But in moments, bullets start to fly.
Hover here, they demand with glee, But my instincts scream, “Flee! Flee!” I dodge and weave, I climb and dive, But still, I struggle to survive.
In the market square, I try to trade, But snipers watch, their rifles laid, A single step, a fleeting glance, And I’m downed, no second chance.
I drive the roads, I walk the fields, To no armor or shield can I yield, An ambush here, an attack there, In Olympus, death is everywhere.
Yet still, I rise, I respawn anew, With hope and grit, I make it through, For every kill, there’s a lesson learned, In this chaotic world, my skills are earned.
So bring the chaos, bring the fight, In the darkest hours, I find my light, In Altis Life on Olympus grand, I’ll stand my ground, my fate in hand.
I’m fed up with the message, it’s always the same, “Auto hover for 5 minutes or face Titan’s flame.” What’s the point of this RP, I question aloud, In mere seconds, my chopper’s brought down.
No time to land, no chance to comply, Yet the admin insists it’s fair, but why? In the skies of Olympus, frustration takes flight, As I grapple with rules that just don’t feel right.