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Snapped off by your heavy stick<br> | Snapped off by your heavy stick<br> | ||
Back to drawing board<br> | Back to drawing board<br> | ||
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+ | Fireball hits my chest.<br> | ||
+ | Another three hundred count...<br> | ||
+ | Dammit! Had pro mag.<br> | ||
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+ | Sword Knight closing fast<br> | ||
+ | I'm not even a speed bump<br> | ||
+ | Frustration and awe<br> | ||
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+ | Their skill on a stick<br> | ||
+ | Satisfaction out of reach<br> | ||
+ | Death to the flailer<br> | ||
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+ | In the zone, slaying<br> | ||
+ | They fall, wheat and chaff alike<br> | ||
+ | The vet flows forward<br> | ||
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+ | Head down, he lunges<br> | ||
+ | Newbie fu, at its finest<br> | ||
+ | Can't believe I died<br> | ||
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+ | Older and slower<br> | ||
+ | Joints creak and pop painfully<br> | ||
+ | Need vitamin "I"<br> | ||
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+ | Younger foes surround<br> | ||
+ | None the less, triumph is mine<br> | ||
+ | Age and Treachery<br> | ||
===Sir [[Shadow]]=== | ===Sir [[Shadow]]=== |
Revision as of 00:41, 23 August 2008
Contents
Amtgard Haiku from E-Sam's Woku forum
cc_tolken
Arrow grazes hip
The Warrior drops to his knees
Die, you sluffing whore
Grendel
Ozcam sees it all
I saw the video too
no way that was shield
BS Lucas
Dark side of sluffing
You must inform your father:
You are a faggot
Old and tipped out sword
You sting honest and sluffer
Time for more noodle
Ditch with Special Friend
My satisfaction, your pain
Stab to the jimmy
Junk shot! Roll on ground
Ditching, accidents happen
Forgive and fight on
My favorite sword
Snapped off by your heavy stick
Back to drawing board
Fireball hits my chest.
Another three hundred count...
Dammit! Had pro mag.
Sword Knight closing fast
I'm not even a speed bump
Frustration and awe
Their skill on a stick
Satisfaction out of reach
Death to the flailer
In the zone, slaying
They fall, wheat and chaff alike
The vet flows forward
Head down, he lunges
Newbie fu, at its finest
Can't believe I died
Older and slower
Joints creak and pop painfully
Need vitamin "I"
Younger foes surround
None the less, triumph is mine
Age and Treachery
Sir Shadow
I must swing too hard
The kill I can never get
Screams, hands hold his eye
The pole arm is quick
Chop, stab, slash, jab, hack, gunch, crack
The boarder runs by
Why must I be dead
I know she finished the spell
But she moved her feet
Walking through the woods
The other questers are gone
Damn that lost arrow