I beheld my first ever taste
Of Wing Commander; ported by Mindscape
But of Origin now we sing our songs
We delved our hands
Into many tasks in many lands
And midis to which we hummed along
Now lie you here, struck a blow
A mortal terror we now know
They spoke of its coming short and long
So take your blade we do and must
And in your memory, give a thrust
For Origin! For Origin! We shall suffer thee no wrong!
-Nick Blitz
The days for wishers of new WC titles have grown more dim. And for those of us who ever hoped for anything resembling Privateer Gold. Sing your dirges, friends; sing loud and long.