Sardius
04-16-2023, 11:37 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hx4gdlfamo
On a warm summer's evening, at a camp going nowhere
I met up with a pler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a staring, at the camp, at the darkness
Till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak
He said son i've made a living, of /conning mobs in places
Of knowing what the odds were, by the colour of their text
So if you don't mind me saying, i can see you're out of xp
For a taste of your potg, i'll give you some advice
So i cast on him my potg, he used up my last mana
Then he bummed a regen, and asked me for a sow
And the night got deathly quiet, his toon lost animation
He said if you're gonna do the pl, you gotta learn to do it right
You got to know when to tank them, know when to spank them
Know when to gate away, know when to run
You never count your xp, when you're sitting at the campsite
There'll be time enough for counting, when the group is done
Every pler knows, the secret to survival
Is knowing what to mem-blur, and knowing what to keep
Coz every camp's a winner, and every camps a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die afk
And when he finished talking, he turned back to the campsite
Cast his last buffs, and faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness, the pler lost a level
But in his final loot i found a spell that i could keep
You got to know when to tank them, know when to spank them
Know when to gate away, know when to run
You never count your xp, when you're sitting at the campsite
There'll be time enough for counting, when the group is done.
On a warm summer's evening, at a camp going nowhere
I met up with a pler, we were both too tired to sleep
So we took turns a staring, at the camp, at the darkness
Till boredom overtook us, and he began to speak
He said son i've made a living, of /conning mobs in places
Of knowing what the odds were, by the colour of their text
So if you don't mind me saying, i can see you're out of xp
For a taste of your potg, i'll give you some advice
So i cast on him my potg, he used up my last mana
Then he bummed a regen, and asked me for a sow
And the night got deathly quiet, his toon lost animation
He said if you're gonna do the pl, you gotta learn to do it right
You got to know when to tank them, know when to spank them
Know when to gate away, know when to run
You never count your xp, when you're sitting at the campsite
There'll be time enough for counting, when the group is done
Every pler knows, the secret to survival
Is knowing what to mem-blur, and knowing what to keep
Coz every camp's a winner, and every camps a loser
And the best that you can hope for is to die afk
And when he finished talking, he turned back to the campsite
Cast his last buffs, and faded off to sleep
And somewhere in the darkness, the pler lost a level
But in his final loot i found a spell that i could keep
You got to know when to tank them, know when to spank them
Know when to gate away, know when to run
You never count your xp, when you're sitting at the campsite
There'll be time enough for counting, when the group is done.