12-09-2003, 10:44 PM
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The Twelve Days in Kurast
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On my Twelfth Day in Kurast, my Druid gave to me:
Twelve Twisters Twisting
Eleven Werebears Mauling
Ten Werewolves Howling
Nine Grizzlies Growling
Eight Fissures Venting
Seven Ravens Swooping
Six Solar Creepers
Five Arctic Blasts!
Four Vol-canos
Three Shockwaves
Two Tor-nados
And an Oak Sage with Dire Wolves Three!
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It's Beginning To Look Alot Like One Ten
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It's beginning to look a lot like One Ten
On the Realms (and not)
There's some synergy going on
The Hammerdins bang the gong
At the Salvation Army's pot
It's beginning to look alot like One Ten
With every boo hoo hoo
Of the lamers who want the gold-
Items (when MF goes cold)
And no one wants chips from you!
There's a barb in the Hills
Filled with Arrows and Quills
Wondering "at the name of the truck"
That ran over his sorc
And that overtwinked dorque
Who told Necros "Dim Vision's teh suck!"
It's beginning to look a lot like one ten
There at the Maggot Lair
Poor Ruvanal reads code and thinks
That the bug pile now reeks and stinks
While Jarulf can only pull his thinning hair!
It's beginning to look at lot like One Ten
The Flagship sails away
With the heart of Diablo's Team,
They've put on all sail and steam,
But One Eleven's "on the way!"
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Necro Man Rock
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Necro man, Necro man, Necr man, sir
Skeletons swing and skeletons sing
Tossing Bone Spirits
While fighting Baal's "son"
Now the Rathma Revival's begun
Jingle bones, jangle bones, Skeleton Mage
Tossing spells left and right
Lower resistance
Clay golem slows down
Where the merc with his might?
Now it's bone time
Oh it's show time
On the Arreat Plateau
Come and play, dear
With my Bone Spear
We'll skewer rabbits in the wind and snow
Run sround, Skeletons
Sprint to the Keep
We've got old Baal to Stop
Trap him with a Prison
In the Chamber with me
That's the Necro Man
That's the Necro Man
That's the Necro Man Rock!
How about a few more, folks, it's the silly season!
Occhi
The Twelve Days in Kurast
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On my Twelfth Day in Kurast, my Druid gave to me:
Twelve Twisters Twisting
Eleven Werebears Mauling
Ten Werewolves Howling
Nine Grizzlies Growling
Eight Fissures Venting
Seven Ravens Swooping
Six Solar Creepers
Five Arctic Blasts!
Four Vol-canos
Three Shockwaves
Two Tor-nados
And an Oak Sage with Dire Wolves Three!
============================
It's Beginning To Look Alot Like One Ten
============================
It's beginning to look a lot like One Ten
On the Realms (and not)
There's some synergy going on
The Hammerdins bang the gong
At the Salvation Army's pot
It's beginning to look alot like One Ten
With every boo hoo hoo
Of the lamers who want the gold-
Items (when MF goes cold)
And no one wants chips from you!
There's a barb in the Hills
Filled with Arrows and Quills
Wondering "at the name of the truck"
That ran over his sorc
And that overtwinked dorque
Who told Necros "Dim Vision's teh suck!"
It's beginning to look a lot like one ten
There at the Maggot Lair
Poor Ruvanal reads code and thinks
That the bug pile now reeks and stinks
While Jarulf can only pull his thinning hair!
It's beginning to look at lot like One Ten
The Flagship sails away
With the heart of Diablo's Team,
They've put on all sail and steam,
But One Eleven's "on the way!"
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Necro Man Rock
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Necro man, Necro man, Necr man, sir
Skeletons swing and skeletons sing
Tossing Bone Spirits
While fighting Baal's "son"
Now the Rathma Revival's begun
Jingle bones, jangle bones, Skeleton Mage
Tossing spells left and right
Lower resistance
Clay golem slows down
Where the merc with his might?
Now it's bone time
Oh it's show time
On the Arreat Plateau
Come and play, dear
With my Bone Spear
We'll skewer rabbits in the wind and snow
Run sround, Skeletons
Sprint to the Keep
We've got old Baal to Stop
Trap him with a Prison
In the Chamber with me
That's the Necro Man
That's the Necro Man
That's the Necro Man Rock!
How about a few more, folks, it's the silly season!
Occhi
Cry 'Havoc' and let slip the Men 'O War!
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete
In War, the outcome is never final. --Carl von Clausewitz--
Igitur qui desiderat pacem, praeparet bellum
John 11:35 - consider why.
In Memory of Pete