I present to you, the Ballad of of Bob Schittman (Chipman.) It is most likely a bit askew since I'm not used to writing poetry or anything with meter, but I had fun writing it, so whatever.
Bob Schittman was the angriest fanboy you've even seen
Spent his days parked in front of a computer screen,
During those long, lonely nights he sat,
In newsgroups picking fights he would rant,
About a glorious superior future only he could see,
And bravely insulted those who dared disagree.
Bob Schittman’s pride would never let him back down,
For when it to came to geekdom he wore the crown.
His fellow nerds cried out to ease their plight,
For God to smite Bob, whom they disliked.
On one summer evening a storm outside brewed,
While Schittman sat at his keyboard and viciously stewed.
The heavens outside howled with violent fury,
Bob’s fingers raced, and his heartbeat hurried.
Lightning crashed with a thunderous roar,
The north wind wailed, and his hatred soared.
What Bob didn’t know, the fabric of spacetime unraveled,
Through countless small tears, sickly ghouls would then travel.
A corpulent spook of glowing green slime,
Slipped through a crack, down the stairs it would climb.
Bob couldn’t see it, blinded by self-righteous rage,
The ghoul saw him and crawled toward its prey
By the time Bob turned around, it far, far too late,
The ghoul then possessed him, sealing his fate
Bob’s stocky build, it rapidly expanded,
He then lost his balance, with a tremor he landed.
Fatty folds pressed up against his straining t-shirt
His cargo pants burst, now just a mere skirt.
He became something less human, and to his chagrin.
A drop of green slime fell from Bob’s triple chin.
He lumbered up the stairs, driven by hunger,
To the kitchen he went, the fridge he would plunder.
Its contents consumed in less than a minute,
Yet it wasn’t enough, his hunger had no limit.
His brother walked in and much to his horror,
Learned that the Bob he loved was simply no more.
Bob turned to him with a ravenous gaze,
His jaw then unhinged, his mind in a haze.
He lunged at his brother from across the room,
And pinned him to the floor. Ready to consume.
Though his brother struggled, he could not resist,
Bob devoured him whole. Yet the hunger persists.
He slithered out the back and onto the street,
Hoping his next meal, he would soon meet.
And thus it begins. Our tale of woe,
Of a man named Bob, and the chaos he’d sow.