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Ode to Leeroy
By The Game Poets Society

Ignoring the fuss
And the plans laid out,
Their numbers and tactics were but a waste
Forcing his pals
Into an early bout,
He took it upon himself to take haste.
Poor Leroy lay
Face down in the spire,
Under the feet of the foes he had stricken.
His soul may burn
in eternal fire,
But, as they say, at least he had chicken.

Ben Richardson is a former Staff Writer for Official PlayStation 2 magazine and a former Content Editor of GamesRadar+. In the years since Ben left GR, he has worked as a columnist, communications officer, charity coach, and podcast host – but we still look back to his news stories from time to time, they are a window into a different era of video games.