warcraft 3A Poem by Mohl083i'm lame, please throw rocks at me until i bleed.you there, peasant! grab your buddy and toil in the mine until she collapses. bring me lot's of shiny jewels to lure more unsuspecting dolts to offer their flesh to orc blades. now for you, the other uneducated twits just loitering about in the open wilderness, pick up those axes and raze this vast forest of her wooden bounty! good, the treasuries are filling. hey sherman, or whatever the hell your name is, go out and round up some more of your buddies. pay them what we pay you, which is nothing. phil, stop chopping trees and go build a farm or something. i'm going to go get a sandwich when i come back, i expect a decent town to be up and running. making a sandwich, gonna get some cheese oh no, we're out of roast beef, or well look's like ham instead! bah, you call that a town? upgrade the shack we've been passing as town hall then maybe some decent mercenaries will join up with us. wait a tick, what's that ominous marching and killing sound i hear off in the distance? damn, you fog of war? i am blind to more than 10 feet in front of me. oh well, tis probably nothing for no fool orc would dare tanlge with my two footmen and one unskilled marksman.
and lo, the drums sounded as the army of orcs stormed the tiny outpost. only a precious few could expell a faint cry of terror as arrows and fire poured down upon them. none were spared. for when the allies finally heard the ringing militia bell, and hurried to their brothers aide all they found was the severed hand which first tugged the bell. © 2008 Mohl083 |
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