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On my own
Pretending I can PvP
All alone
I pwn the noobs in Orgrimmar
Beside me
I feel the NPCs approaching
When I lose my way I hit ‘M’ key and I find me…
Master of the bones, keeper of the skulls,
Chamber’s darker than the words to Jethro Tull.
Killing off the pure with an iron hand-
It’s a zombie thing, you wouldn’t understand.
Ghouls and ghosts are more than welcome!
All the living ones must go!
They’ll be crackin’, putrifactin’
When I show ‘em what I know!
Master of the bones, Harbinger of Doom,
Traveling around the world to spread the gloom.
Drinking of the blood, feasting of the flesh,
Don’t care where it came from, or if it ain’t fresh.
All I want to do is eat them!
Raw or cooked or chicken-fried!
All alone, or with a garnish of
Some organs on the side!
I twinked a toon in times gone by…
I min’d and maxxed my gearing
I twinked to make those newbies die
I even picked up engineering
So I was capped right at 19
And pots were made and used for healing
I ambushed from shadows unseen
And left my victims stunned and reeling
But the patches come in time
Giving xp to the BGs
Now my twink has levelled up
Now my twink is twenty niiiiine
I had a twink for PvP
So powerful against the newbies
But now I’m dead in just a blink…
Heirlooms have killed the twink I twinked…
Can you hear the people pwn
Pwning the peons every day
It is the pwning of a people
Who will kill their cares away
On my own
Pretending I can PvP
All alone
I pwn the noobs in Orgrimmar
Beside me
I feel the NPCs approaching
When I lose my way I hit ‘M’ key and I find me…
Master of the bones, keeper of the skulls,
Chamber’s darker than the words to Jethro Tull.
Killing off the pure with an iron hand-
It’s a zombie thing, you wouldn’t understand.
Ghouls and ghosts are more than welcome!
All the living ones must go!
They’ll be crackin’, putrifactin’
When I show ‘em what I know!
Master of the bones, Harbinger of Doom,
Traveling around the world to spread the gloom.
Drinking of the blood, feasting of the flesh,
Don’t care where it came from, or if it ain’t fresh.
All I want to do is eat them!
Raw or cooked or chicken-fried!
All alone, or with a garnish of
Some organs on the side!
RED, I set his soul on fire.
BLACK, the color of my demon’s heart.
RED, an immolated horde body.
BLACK, my mana is all out.
~Random Ally Warlock
There’s a rage that can’t be spoken.
There’s a wipe goes on and on.
Empty spots in empty raid groups.
Now my friends have quit and gone.
Here they talked of epic world firsts.
Here they made cooking flames.
Here they sang in perfect balance.
But the balance never came.
And who says gamers don’t like musicals as well? Not I, not I. =) Nice job, all!
Dead Poe… Peon Society?
I twinked a toon in times gone by…
I min’d and maxxed my gearing
I twinked to make those newbies die
I even picked up engineering
So I was capped right at 19
And pots were made and used for healing
I ambushed from shadows unseen
And left my victims stunned and reeling
But the patches come in time
Giving xp to the BGs
Now my twink has levelled up
Now my twink is twenty niiiiine
I had a twink for PvP
So powerful against the newbies
But now I’m dead in just a blink…
Heirlooms have killed the twink I twinked…