12-19-2003, 05:55 PM
Away into Danger
To battle we head
We charge into melee
Without fear or dread
Sometimes we teleport
Sometimes run in place
Avoiding collisions
While bugs eat your face
The demons are drooling
In Hell's Outer Steppes
I poke with my Warpike
They chew on my pecs
Once more overwhelmed
By the numeric odds
Those nitwits who hire me
MF running clods
Topaz in my Helmet
With Wealth as my shirt
I'd rather have Shaftstop
So I'd eat less dirt
A Rockstopper Hat
All upgraded with Runes
With those on my pals would
Sing less funeral tunes
Away into danger
No Sol's in my hat
That greedy MFer
Just makes monsters fat
He feeds me to Mehpy
I'm a Duriel Snack
My only revenge comes
When I can hold back
In Sanctuary, Chaos,
Some rube hits a seal
Then out of the ether
Come Balrogs with Steel
They're hopped up on Crack
And their breath, how it burns
When down goes my owner
No lesson he learns
"It's lag" he screams skyward
"And my merc's AI
Those hosers at Blizzard
Can make me just cry"
But little does he know
While he'll whine and vent
Each time he sees red screen
I earn ten percent!
C
To battle we head
We charge into melee
Without fear or dread
Sometimes we teleport
Sometimes run in place
Avoiding collisions
While bugs eat your face
The demons are drooling
In Hell's Outer Steppes
I poke with my Warpike
They chew on my pecs
Once more overwhelmed
By the numeric odds
Those nitwits who hire me
MF running clods
Topaz in my Helmet
With Wealth as my shirt
I'd rather have Shaftstop
So I'd eat less dirt
A Rockstopper Hat
All upgraded with Runes
With those on my pals would
Sing less funeral tunes
Away into danger
No Sol's in my hat
That greedy MFer
Just makes monsters fat
He feeds me to Mehpy
I'm a Duriel Snack
My only revenge comes
When I can hold back
In Sanctuary, Chaos,
Some rube hits a seal
Then out of the ether
Come Balrogs with Steel
They're hopped up on Crack
And their breath, how it burns
When down goes my owner
No lesson he learns
"It's lag" he screams skyward
"And my merc's AI
Those hosers at Blizzard
Can make me just cry"
But little does he know
While he'll whine and vent
Each time he sees red screen
I earn ten percent!
C
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