The Ballad of the Goop Raiders

Come sit by the embers, ye wanderers so bold, In the wilds of Arc Raiders, where the stories are told. There’s Isaac the steady, with a plan in his eye, Austen the watcher, scanning low and high. And Alex the thunder, charging into the fight, Three friends in the wasteland, chasing green light. Goop, oh sweet goop, in the heat of the fray, We gather the treasure at the close of the day. Through dust and through danger, we stand shoulder to shoulder, Collecting our fortune, growing bolder and bolder. Oh, goop in the pack, slip away ‘fore the night, Isaac, Austen, and Alex—holding the light! From shattered old towers to the bunkers below, We slip past the drones where the cold shadows grow. Austen takes aim from a crumbling stone wall, One quiet shot rings, and the mighty do fall. Alex storms forward, his voice like a drum, Clearing the path while the green riches come. Goop, oh sweet goop, in the heat of the fray, We gather the treasure at the close of the day. Through dust and through danger, we stand shoulder to shoulder, Collecting our fortune, growing bolder and bolder. Oh, goop in the pack, slip away ‘fore the night, Isaac, Austen, and Alex—holding the light! When the voice chat is laughing and the rounds run long, We pull one another through the right and the wrong. Raptors may howl and third-parties may creep, But friendship’s the armor that runs good and deep. In the glow of the neon, our legend takes flight, Three raiders together, owning the night. So here’s to the goop and the battles we’ve won, Isaac, Austen, and Alex—still chasing the sun. May the extracts be clean and the hauls ever grand, In Arc Raiders’ wild heart, forever we stand. Oh, goop… goop… goop… carry on, friends.