Samuel Paragon of the Valley

Hello, grunt.

Watch your self bud! Peering on my lore I see.

Bloody set my raptor, tear you a new one!

Go on, roll one in. Left or right jabs, I'll eat you up!

Piss off elfling back to town,

There's only one Warrior in all the lands as savage as I am!

Run along mousie-legs go and tell!

We'll cut you down before too long.

Guardians of the Helm are trained in hell.

Sands as hot to melt the wells. Go on Wizards lift your sticks, middle-muddle popplesticks!

I'll snap your arms off and your legs,

and feed em' to me raptor shed.

So if you want to rep to me, send a brew to Samuel's seat,

I loiter kindly out the back at seat number 63

out yard 50 now you'll know.

How you'll have to breathe real slow,

I've had enough of your whinginess,

run along now princess time to go.

I'll wait for you in battle for your final show.

No one f&^&'n wrote this, I snapped that turd's head off. by a lore writer who lost his head, Millar Tenebrae. Tosser.

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