And another night of sleep deprived creatively. Done to the tune of "Fresh Prince of Bel-Air" themesong.
This is a story all about how
My life fipped-turned upside down
And I liked to a minute
and sit right there
And tell you how I became guard of a town called Vaalor
In the Elven Nations born and raised
On the battlefield was where I spent most of my days
Fightin' yellin' swingin' ma long pole
And all shootin some arrows at that troll
When a couple of orcs
who were up to no good
started makin' trouble in my neck of the wood
I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared
She said your movin with your lord and lady in Vaalor
I got excited and delighted day after day, and she let me
pack my backpack and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my portal ticket
So I pulled on my boots and said I might as well split
I whistled for a carraige and when it came near
There was a gnome drivin while drinkin' a beer
If anything I could say that this carriage was rare
But I thought now forget, yo home to Vaalor
I pulled up to a gate about seven or eight
And I yelled to the driver, "yo gnome, take care!"
Looked at that fortress, I was finally there
To settle my post as the guard of Vaalor
-Adam
"You guys took all the pretty places." ~Anonymous
