There where rumors of treasure, of high loot on an island.
The loot, untouched and respawning on start.
So our hero, our saviour, he took on the challenge
To discover the unknown for glory and art.

He traveld far, for how the island was in the distance
And the water was cold, but he had to resist it,
For the treasure! - He screamed and mumbled into water,
And his moral, it rised like a pheonix so he managed to go there.

On the island, not much time,
He couldn't look around every corner
So he ran towards the mystic place,
With respawning loot in an order,
Every table is filled
Every weapon you can find

But all of that was a lie
And now he's stuck and a goner...

The Island was and is a dangerous place
Now you know there is nothing about te rumors they say
Don't go there, stay alive
And dont cry on my funeral

For that I still got place #51

Better than nothing.