In the heart of the digital prairie,
Where ham signals whisper through the smog,
We're the Digital Desperados, me and my band,
Ready to ride out when the wires go dark, partner.

We hoard the old tech like treasure untold,
Bullets and batteries, solar and soul,
For when the grid flickers and fails to hold,
Our bunker will stand, a beacon bold.

We talk of collapse and the fall of towers,
Of EMPs and pandemics, and all kinds of plagues,
But with our rifles and our encrypted towers,
We'll ride through the ashes, we'll rise and we'll wage.

We talk of close quarters in our hideaway,
Where the air is thick with the scent of powder and smoke,
And the silence is broken by the clatter of reloading,
And the bond we share is one that none can break.

We talk of loyalty and trust and strength,
Of the brotherhood that's forged in the forge,
Where each man stands ready to fight and defend,
To stand back to back, as equals on the dog.

So here's to the rise and the fall and the change,
To the wind that shifts and the storms that rage,
To the brothers and the bonds and the fire we bring,
To the wild and the wire and the way we live our life.

Yee-haw, my buckaroos, it's time to ride,
To the frontier of the future and the fray,
For in the end, we'll be the ones who survive,
When the world goes dark, we'll light up the day.

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