In the realm of Darktide, where shadows dance,
A lament unfolds, a tale of chance.
A gambling system, a treacherous tide,
Where fortunes are lost and hopes often hide.
Oh, Darktide’s gamble, a tempting woe,
A system that sows seeds of sorrow.
In the depths of chance, players stray,
Betting their fate in a precarious play.
Dice rolling, cards turning, a game of fate,
In the hands of luck, players navigate.
Yet, in this system, the odds seem cruel,
Leaving many hearts broken, a pitiful duel.
Oh, the terrible gamble, a risky affair,
A design that fosters frustration and despair.
Fortunes vanish, like whispers in the night,
In the grip of randomness, dimming the light.
But let us raise our voices in this ode,
To the players resilient on this perilous road.
For in Darktide’s gamble, though it may deceive,
Gaming spirits endure, with a hope to retrieve.
May developers hear the player’s cry,
And in future updates, a fair system apply.
In Darktide’s world, let balance reside,
Replacing the terrible gamble with a better tide.
