The Bard's Tale MMORPG

To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from night to night,
To log on to a server with out lag;
And all our Hot Pockets have lighted noobs
The way to digital death. Out, out, brief sim!
Life's but a walking pixel; a poor graphic,
That blips and blink his hour upon the screen,
And then is heard no more: it is a quest
Told by an AI, full of beeps and fury,
Signifying blue screen.