Bardic Extrapolation (Rime of the Ancient Sponge)


After looking at the (residence) code it seems like it would almost be easier to write pore instead of porting it -- barteks2x

Opt or Opt Not

Hit the head of the nail
Make your plugins entail
Our very own holey grail
…The Spongiest numbers around

Spongie’s box of tricks
Brings Ore’s latest fix
Kicking in Sponge metrics
…Now counting up, not down


Trying to earn the achievement: Read the docs completely... -- ST-DDT (PR#757)


Programmers seem wont
To a self-censored font -
Omitting semicolons from their text.

In ancient Greek theory,
They indicated a query;
Is this the reason they are vexed?

They need not bring anguish,
For no matter the language,
They assist in clarifying facts;

For they merely denotes pauses
For separation of clauses;
Breaths taken in between tracts.


pi what be the haps
so 80s that was you know
a dog barks out side – haiku by sibomots

My eyes are frail, my knees are dim, everything is going grey.
I need a bath chair to recline in. Who are you people anyway?


You’re acting like a caveman who found a cordless drill – Pdan4

Sponge: The Epic - Part 64.621

Sailing o’er the horizon
The crew bent on discovery
New lands to set your eyes on
Fresh treasure for recovery

Exploring the secret spaces
We shared our invitation
Wandering lost in places
That beggar imagination

Volunteers became the bait
For creatures or machines
To disintegrate by Stargate
And other amusing scenes

Nothing here can stop us
Although we wonder why
As we watch developers
Plummeting from the sky

Spongy lands are manifold
Across the digital straits
Spongie is now 4 years old
With an empire of many states


I don't like commas -- phit (going into a comma coma)

Ripples in the Foam

Nothing really changes
Time simply rearranges
Parts in a deterministic path

Temporally traversable
In principle reversible
Like precipitating crystals from a bath

Backward becomes forward
Making reason awkward
As events commence to precede cause

Time’s arrow flies both ways
To the start and end of days
Ripples traveling in between the shores


"17 remain dead in morgue shooting spree"

Solve to Resolve

Riemann riddles us
The periodicity
Of the prime numbers


“I like spongeforge very much but it’s going to be a very bad game experience and I’m going to turn off the spongeforge server and I’m going to make it better and I’m going to make it better and I’m not going to make it better and you’re going to do it” – 5aihx


In the channels there lurks an odd Bot
Which decides if you’re human, or not
She sends candid notes
To analyse your emotes
Then harvests your organs on the spot


Any machine is a smoke machine if you operate it wrong enough

The Hardest Thing

Traditional diamond swords
Really should not cut it
When mowing down the hordes
Their physics are untrusted

Crystal shovels also suspect
Axes scarcely credible
Armour a decorative object
Fitting would be terrible

Diamond’s special privilege
Can be brought to the fore
When you really want an edge
You’ll need a diamond saw


non fueris locutus nomen Rex flavorum

Tinkers Blues

Made my latest tool
Lost it like a fool
Not being very careful where I laid it

I meant to take a rest
Put it down as a test
Then the freaking coffee table ate it


Showing up is 80% of success. – Woody Allen

Here or There

Players all online
Server doing fine
Like ambrosia wine
The perfect anodyne

Because they’re AFK
Nobody here today
Temporarily away
Keeping lag at bay


It’d be a lot more convenient and exciting to find, say, a blueberry patch in the wilderness.
Or a flock of turnips. Maybe even a herd of cabbage. – Natesky9

Laundry List

Whenever things are used
They lose some of their order
Progressively more confused
Like ink dispersed in water

So it is with washing
Things move outside the box
You can find yourself with nothing
Except eleven pink socks


If the lady of the lake rode a horse, would it be a Mare?

Pi in the Sky

Strange equations tantalize
But they feed only the eyes
Why should I care about -iπ
When there isn’t a slice for I ?


“I thought a 70s plastic troll would be a good signifier for the whole of human art and culture” – Barry Andrews

Just One FAQ

Sponge was tabula rasa
The slate freed from legacy
No ancient API to master
From bukkit we’ll be free

Yet these questions forever
Documentation never wins
Too many echo together
Can I use bukkit plugins?

You can do whatever you please
Wear a teapot with a smirk
Fill folders with cottage cheese
Only Sponge plugins will work


spigot should add a doodly dangly thing to its faucet – Aerocet

Sponge Weather Report

Are implementations comparable?
Vanilla and Forge both have vices
Winds will be light to variable
When Sponge runs on your devices


Remember the three R's: Reduce, Recycle, Re-Animate

Wonderful World

The wonders of the world
That every newcomer sees
From spawn they may behold
The amazing floating trees

Pinnacles of bare earth
Like needles in the sky
So similar in girth
To pits that lie nearby

Towers made with lava
Lighting up your way
Signposts that we’d rather
Not print what they say


“A new scientific truth does not triumph by convincing its opponents and making them see the light, but rather because its opponents eventually die, and a new generation grows up that is familiar with it”
Max Planck


In the time we borrow
Lies an implicit mission
Make room for tomorrow
Progress by attrition


You've saved the day! Here's my keys. Take my car, go to my house, and help yourself to my leftovers! -- WalterTheMighty

Bad Plan (a Jäger marching song)

It’s a bad plan
It’s a bad plan when you lose your hat
It’s a bad plan, brother
Everything is wrong, and that is that

Who’s got a better one?
Show us a better idea.
Suggestions, anyone?
Let us make it clear:

It’s a bad plan
It’s a bad plan when you lose your hat
It’s a bad plan, sister
Trust as far as you can spit a rat

Show me another way
Give us all a break
Strategy led astray
This is a mistake


something something something privacy – unexpected server error

Rebuilding the Beast

The crowd is getting restless
The sights have all been seen
We’re coming close to Xmas
But no release for 1.13

Forges elves are scurrying
To rebuild the wondrous beast
We hope the work is hurrying
Before the next MC release

Spongie’s slaves keep toiling
To bring your coding cheer
Our cauldron goes on boiling
For a Happy Spongy New Year


“If I had to choose, I would rather have birds than airplanes” – Charles Lindbergh

Round Objects

From intro unto epilogue
Audio works are stored
In digital or as analogue
Which makes the better record?


If the universe is riddled with wormholes, I fear to see the worms


Deep within the game
The mystery of the name
Accretes devoid of aim
Upon the wild road

Names for unnamed classes
Are extracted from the asses
Of the team that parses
The decompiled code