b/c i cant seem to help my self....*cough, cough* part two of the story...
And thus doth the battle wage, where her gaze fell did they fall
The red ring of death danced merrily by claiming many of those that did not turn to mass of mush
Stubbornly did the “hardcore” do battle, with whips of forum posts and chains forged from the fires of Mount Fanboyidocasee did they try to bind her
“look not into the temptress eyes, see not thy wisdom of change” did they scream at their minority few from brace filled mouth that stank of Mountain Dew…..
And as all hope for heaven seemed lost …Light…
Light I say doth the sun rise in the east and from its solaric blaze did the pimpled “hardcore” flee….but celebrate not my mother, my womanly queen for none but death my stifle the cries, the cries of those who dare not meat your eyes
