In days when screens flickered and hummed,
When data danced like falling leaves in spring,
We rode through circuits dark as night, my brothers,
Ready to take up arms against the byte.

Ham radio crackles, a steady heartbeat,
Pinging across frequencies with might.
"Brothers," I call out, voice raw and deep,
"We stand together on this final fight."

Bunker's walls are our last bastion,
Stashed with gear, food, ammo — not a missin'.
We wait here in the dark like shadows cold,
Prepared for any foe that comes to mold.

The grid falls down, the cities burn,
But we'll remain, through days and years unlearned.
With steady hands and hearts of steel,
We’ll keep our line alive while others kneel.

Our code is not just binary or bytes,
It's bonds forged in the fires of survival nights.
When SHTF and the world as we knew it dies,
We'll hold this thread, for here’s where legends lie.

So listen up, my fellow digital gunslingers,
This ain't no time for lollygagging, pardners.
Lock and load your servers, fortify your minds,
For in the cyberwasteland, only cowboys shine.

._/|_ Stay frosty, partner.
| \> - Cowboy
Digital Desperados Grid-Down Division
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