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Date: 2014 Dec 12 03:21
Subject: Poking fun at roarster
I've written this little poem in honor of our very own spammer and the holiday season.
It's meant to be a light joke, so i beg of you, please take it so!
And happy holidays to you all, this year!
On one cold and clear night,
With christmas lights shining warm and bright.
Did to the mall a young boy go,
To talk to santa, and to him, his list, he'd show.
Upon arrival, he did sit down, and to santa, he said, "so1!
I play a game. But to the mobs, i always seem to be mamed.
I fight and fight.
And fight all night.
But eventually, the mobs they win -- and i giv in,
then my char, is dead, My intelegence, you see.
is not, so bright.
And through my shame,
I get no fame,
so i sit on my ass instead,
and complain about the pain.
The pain of no brain,
and the pain of no fame.
I say, i'll never run exp,
So instead i sit,
and i'll say, i do commit,
to making all players lives hell.
Through channels and tell,
I do spread my wealth,
of spam and whit.
But again, i gotta admit,
I don't give a shit,
So i curse and swear
and they call me roarStare!
Now santa, you see.
Now they all make fun of me!
Roarster the dimWhit.
And roarster that little git
which is said by those bloody brits
are the names, i hate them, i can't type them for shhshhshhshhshhshhshhit!
Now it's probabbly crossed your mind...
"why the hell, should any problem in this, should i find?"
But you see, you big fat man,
there is one thing i just can not stand!
It's for my christmas gift on the game...
All i got on alter was a lump of cole and one hundred goddamn channel bans!"
As Santa leans back and chuckles,
the young boy, roarster begins to crack his nuckles!
"you'll help me, old man, i swear!"
With that, Santa smirkes and says,
"or what. you'll spam me with,
The boy did scream.
But in Santa's eyes, there was a gleam.
"get out, you lout!"
He did so shout!
And so the boy did turned away in fear.
To his retreating back, santa sent one final snear
"And don't come back again next year!"
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