Meimei
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« on: April 20, 2007, 11:33:32 AM » |
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Elf Inspired by Meredith Brooks' Bitch. Lyrics by Ramshutu Rak'asha
Sitting at the zone, No one else is here, I'm sitting on my own. And I'm shouting for a group but no one's biting, I guess I'll have to kite, soloing again.
Yesterday I grouped, You know I was relieved to have a chance at loot, Cos a group told me that someone had to go, and they needed just one more, I had absolutely no idea, just what they had in store.
I'm an Elf, I'm in danger, I'm their tank, but I'm a ranger, I'm a hybrid, I'm the suck. But they don't give a *damn*. Use my bow, or get creamed, I do nothing in between. And Sony wouldn't want it any other way.
So the group dumped me of course. So I head back to the zone to get my corpse. When I get another tell to join a party, Cos their chanter had to leave, I should've heard the warning bells, And kept all my exp.
I'm an Elf, they're in danger. Crowd control, but I'm a ranger. I'm a hybrid, my root sucks, I'm their chanter, what the *hell*? There's no way I'll survive. So, I may well suicide, And take these 50 orc pawns far far away.
Just when I think I got it all figured out, The rules, they keep on changing, And when I do all the things that I do, Then no one can save me. I'm an Elf, now I'm dead. I'm a corpse that needs a rez. I was trying for a bit, But I can't tank worth *sugar*. Now I'll even take revive, To bring me back alive, You know sometimes I think this class is kinda gay
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