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Jan 25, 2007, 01:37 PM // 13:37
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: South East England
Guild: Leader: Lady Hairy Armpits S[mell]
Profession: E/
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Guildwars Limericks
To encourage members to use our guild site I post a different monthly competition to win prizes.
I came up with February’s competition as ‘Guildwars Limericks’ based around their own characters or Guildwars in general. I then though it might be interesting to see how many budding ‘poets’ are on here? A few of my poor attempts are below, (my main character being a female Ele called’ Rite of Terra’ will help make sense of a few). Assassins lying on the floor Rez Sigs we had no more During battle should have run Their lives now, over and done Now a twisted pile of gore Balancing skills for PVP PVE’ers just could not see Rank 12’s they all cried Nurf skills or we’ll get fried Anet, help me, me, me! HEAL ME, HEAL ME, the warrior cried I AM, I AM monk blatantly lied Fiery Dragon sword I’ve got I’ll take on the bloody lot Alas valiant warrior died I have a new build, patent pending Around that wonder skill of Mending NO, NO, this can’t be right Dead so soon into the fight A letter of complaint I will be sending! NOOB, NOOB, they all exclaimed NO, NO, I can’t be blamed I know the mission was in the bag It’s not my fault, I had terrible lag Logging off now, so ashamed For months standing here getting bored Just 500 Ecto’s for this urber rare sword Yes, I know it’s purple you stupid noob And yes, I do have to be this rude Oh, why am I being so ignored? A pretty worried young Ele Was concerned with the size of her belly Upon being told she was with child Her panties became soiled And people complained she was smelly A pretty Ele called Rite Had a bottom pert and tight Crowds would gather, stop and stare With one voice they would declare Oh what a beautiful sight! Resourceful Rite was not afraid When fighting a warrior to bring a spade Soon the warrior was no more She removed his body from the floor To a grave she’d previously made Ele Rite’s back was so sore From picking items from the floor Never a gold but just a white Decent drops way out of sight No wonder she’s always so poor |
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Jan 25, 2007, 01:49 PM // 13:49
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Wilds Pathfinder
Join Date: Dec 2005
Profession: Mo/
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LOL that was really good actually.
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Jan 25, 2007, 01:56 PM // 13:56
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Krytan Explorer
Join Date: Sep 2006
Location: Thailand
Guild: Agot
Profession: N/
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Interesting post.Hope to see more.Maybe about Necro or Mesmer.
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Jan 25, 2007, 02:52 PM // 14:52
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Nov 2005
Location: Belgium
Guild: [FaRM] Farm For The Win
Profession: N/
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Your limericks aren't all according to the actual format.
Don't want to busting your balls here but the format of a limerick is A-A-B-B-A While you have indeed checked the ending sounds of the according lines, the amount of syllables have to match as well. Never the less it's a nice read |
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Jan 25, 2007, 02:55 PM // 14:55
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Hell's Protector
Join Date: Jul 2005
Guild: The Eyes of Texas [BEVO]
Profession: D/A
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There once was a mesmer from Nantucket
Whose.... Oh wait, that'll get me banned. 
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Jan 25, 2007, 06:11 PM // 18:11
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: South East England
Guild: Leader: Lady Hairy Armpits S[mell]
Profession: E/
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One for each Profession
THE WARRIOR HEAL ME, REZ ME, we heard him cry He did not this day deserve to die His valiant fight against 50 mobs We felt quite guilty hearing his sobs We left, we waved good bye THE MESMER Panic, no time to think Panic, as I start to sink Dirty Mesmer, show yourself Is that you sapping my health Hate it when my bar turns pink THE NECRO If dying is not bad enough A Nec appears and does his stuff Where once a fighter’s body lays A shambling horror sadly plays Know wonder I feel so rough THE RANGER Ouch, that bloody hurt Now in my face he’s throwing dirt Whilst dodging arrows from his bow In he sends his pink flamingo Now with death I sadly flirt THE ASSASSIN Deadly and quiet as the night They creep around out of sight Then they appear, in a flash All over you like a nasty rash Stand still you coward and fight THE PARAGON It’s true, by his hands I died How can this be my team mates all cried It was not from his spear that cripples Merely distracted by his manly nipples Sorry, lag I lied THE MONK Pleas of HEAL ME do abound Oh dear me, a familiar sound Down, down, down my energy slid I’m not plugged into the national grid Oh sod it, leave them, dead on the ground THE RIT All around me spirits appear This place must be haunted I fear Don’t be afraid and run from this place I’m not I reply, just a matter of taste Don’t like spirits, much prefer beer THE ELE I’m biased, but Ele’s are best We do more damage than the rest If I can’t best you with my skill I’ll distract you from your kill Type /dance, and shake my breasts THE DERV Blimey, what a big Scythe Very impressive, I casually lied Straight to the point, not to digress I asked why a man was wearing a dress Try walking in these high heels he cried |
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Jan 25, 2007, 06:47 PM // 18:47
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Jungle Guide
Join Date: Dec 2005
Location: South East England
Guild: Leader: Lady Hairy Armpits S[mell]
Profession: E/
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Quote:
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Jan 25, 2007, 07:43 PM // 19:43
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Academy Page
Join Date: Jan 2006
Location: Ascalon, duh. Oh wait, in real life?
Profession: Mo/E
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Ah, I love limericks! Lemmie give one a shot...
There once was a young Krytan monk, Who got just a little bit drunk. As he stumbled about, The Mursaat sniffed him out. And then he and his allies were sunk. |
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Jan 26, 2007, 05:51 AM // 05:51
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Wilds Pathfinder
Join Date: Apr 2005
Profession: W/
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There's a cute little ele named Cynn
Who's so hot, I don't know where to begin... I know that it's wrong But I've peeked at her thong By standing close so I could zoom in! There was a young necro named Mort Whose death nova sounded such a report The laughter soon started (we realized he'd just farted) So he was left alone in Aspenwood Fort. Have you seen the noob wammo's ending? Dead on the ground...not pretending "Rez Me!" he cries with tears in his eyes another victim of reliance on Mending The best NPC ever isn't so big But this dude I totally dig Really-he's no dude at all And he's terribly small... Who doesn't love Oink, the pig? The stench of decay and death Along with fiery breath Who's lived to tell tale Of the dragon, Rotscale? A tragedy of great depth. All claimed to be a real 1337 hero When called to face the great Shiro Less than one minute in... Over before it could begin Party members watching cutscene = zero From the rumors I've been hearing Chapter four seems to be nearing But I still recall when I collected flowers for Gwen And sometimes I miss Pre-Searing |
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