There once was a wizard of fire
Who was wont to displays of great ire
That involved fireballs
Amidst narrow walls
And this made his companions retire
There once was a wizard of fire
Who was wont to displays of great ire
That involved fireballs
Amidst narrow walls
And this made his companions retire
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So I spent 7 hours
Writing history and motivation
For a character who will capture
My players’ imagination.
They walk up to the character
And immediately leave
And then adopt an NPC
I randomly named “Steve”.
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Tonight I was a mighty warrior
Slinging balls of fire,
Casting down the many foes
Both minionesque and dire.
I spewed death from every pore
And slayed the vermin foul,
But when I leave the tavern’s basement
I throw in the towel.
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All the women who play video games
And complain about bikini armor
Never seem to complain about how
Swords and arrows never harm her,
But men are stuck with heavy armor
Instead of a chainmail thong
Because if men could wear female armor
They’d be unbelievably strong.
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I was born into a social contract.
I didn’t choose it for myself.
It says that I must obey laws
And I can never be an elf.
It includes some pretty lousy clauses
Like “you cannot gramatically refer to yourself in the first person as ‘me'”
And “poems should have meter.”
That’s why I quit to play an RPG.
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Do you feel worthless,
Hateful and depressed?
Does even going to sleep
Make you feel stressed?
Do you ever think of ending
Your life, which turned out shoddy?
If you do, let someone know
So they can loot your body.
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America’s founding fathers
Were some level 20 rogues
Playing games of protestation,
Dressed in breaches, wigs, and brogues.
They tossed their tea leaves in the bay
When the stamp act was in place,
And they kicked the redcoats’ butts
(Though the French kicked them in the face).
And so the revolution
Was a critical success,
And thanks to Washington et al
We can choose how we want to dress.
So tonight go watch some fireworks,
Pyrotechnics in the sky,
And give thanks for this nation
That educated I.
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