just a small town guild
leveling is a far off world
grizzly took the exploit train going anywhere....
just a shitty boy, living in south exploit
they took the exploit train going anywhere....
a singer in a smoky room
smell of whine and cheap excuses
for a while they can roll the dice
it goes on and on and on and on....
chorus.
strangers, waiting
up and down the loot tables rules
their shadows searching in the night
cheat life ,people...
living just to find attention
hiding somewhere when they have to fight
working hard to get my thrill
kronos really wants to shill
grizzly paying anything to roll the dice one more time....
some were born, some will lose
grizzly just wants to abuse
ohhhh the exploits never end
it goes on and on and on again.
chorus
cheat life Grizzly....
Don't stop believing,hold on to that feeling.
cheat life,people
ode to grizzly
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Re: ode to grizzly
A retelling of the fan fiction Doom Repercussions of Evil
Publord waited, The server firsts above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were grizzlys in the server. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to GMs were not listened to and now it was too late.
Far too late for now, anyway.
Publord had sperged on wow private servers for 3 years. When he was young he watched the raids and he said to dad “I want to be in the raids, daddy.”
Dad said “NO! YOU WILL BE HACKED BY GRIZZLYS!”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the server private wow of nostalrius he knew there were grizzlys.
“This is sperglord,” the radio crackered. “You must fight the grizzly!”
So publord gotted his green gear and blew up the brd.
“HE GOING TO OUT GEAR US!” said the grizzlys!
“I will dupe at him,” said the Cybergrizzly and he fired the dupes. Publord farmed at him. But then the server crashed and they were unable to gear.
“NO! I MUST BEAT THE GRIZZLES,” He shouted!
The radio said “No, Publord. You are the Grizzles.”
And then, Publord was an autist.
Publord waited, The server firsts above him blinked and sparked out of the air. There were grizzlys in the server. He didn't see them, but had expected them now for years. His warnings to GMs were not listened to and now it was too late.
Far too late for now, anyway.
Publord had sperged on wow private servers for 3 years. When he was young he watched the raids and he said to dad “I want to be in the raids, daddy.”
Dad said “NO! YOU WILL BE HACKED BY GRIZZLYS!”
There was a time when he believed him. Then as he got oldered he stopped. But now in the server private wow of nostalrius he knew there were grizzlys.
“This is sperglord,” the radio crackered. “You must fight the grizzly!”
So publord gotted his green gear and blew up the brd.
“HE GOING TO OUT GEAR US!” said the grizzlys!
“I will dupe at him,” said the Cybergrizzly and he fired the dupes. Publord farmed at him. But then the server crashed and they were unable to gear.
“NO! I MUST BEAT THE GRIZZLES,” He shouted!
The radio said “No, Publord. You are the Grizzles.”
And then, Publord was an autist.
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Tadbouche
- Grunt
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