F*ck Source
by Phi
based off a true story
I load my map and go to say
“I wonder what I'll make today!”
I spend some time, feeling amused,
there's so much feedback I can use!
When suddenly, compile stops
The log showing "A leak, a prop!"
The pointfile that shows no sign
The Source engine just makes me cry.
What does it mean, that red line there,
It taunts me, turning to a dare
“I'll let you see your map in game,
Just have to find why I'm a pain!”
I spend some time, I'm growing weak,
My options seeming rather bleak.
When Crash tells me, I'm left in shock,
They're instances, they should be not!
Collapsing them I do so now,
Turn slowly to compile pal.
I say “Go forth! May you see VRAD,”
No leaks! I scream, no longer mad.
I turn, relieved, sunk in my chair,
This engine just does not play fair!
One day it works, the next it snaps,
F*ck source, it doesn't give a crap.