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The Finglonger
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I've never been to this section, but I recently wrote a poem for school, about WoW. But not what you think about WoW.
Edit > Almost forgot to mention, poetry isn't my, er, best thing.
Ballad of the Addicted Boy
The boy resided to his computer.
Pleased; for today he bought World of Warcraft.
Now in the cult, he was much happier.
Onto the account he logged, no errors.
"So many races to choose from", he thought.
His eyes glued onto some races: Orc, Tauren, Troll.
Already his mind began to rot.
"Troll!" he declared, "and hunter it shall be."
His adventure began, in the Sul'Jan;
Accepted quests for a couple of "c".
Starving, his mind ran and ran and ran.
His conscience craved some creativity.
Already now he was level seven;
No longer did he hunt some simple boars.
For hours now his brain has pondered "When?"
"When will my thought process come into play?"
By level twenty his brain had voyaged;
No longer did his mind become useful.
Once again, World of Warcraft has destroyed
a boy's small brain, along with his wallet
Carpel tunnel had consumed this boy's wrists.
Well he complained, the power died; but
his mind returned and the boy shook his fists.
Least did he know, he was saved from the cult.
Edit > Almost forgot to mention, poetry isn't my, er, best thing.