D&D songs we'd like to hear
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Sanackranib
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The DC was WHAT??? for that save.
frankthedm
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I'll post it once more since this thread is perfect for this.
with apologies to 'Die, die, die my darling'
Die, die, die my game store
Never refunded a single sale
Die, die, die my game store
Your god damn store smells stale
I'll be seeing you again
Yeah, I'll be seeing you in hell
So don't cry to me weird peter
Your future's in an oblong box
Don't cry to me oh Game store
Your patrons reek like week old socks
Don't cry to me comic guy
Had to know the future was on-line
Don't cry to me oh fatbeard
I’m sick of that ‘Not out yet’ line
Don't cry to me El stink-o
And now your buyers run out the door
Don't cry to me old gamer
Die, die, die my game store
You won’t rip me off any more
Die, die, die my game store
And bathe your smelly help
with apologies to 'Die, die, die my darling'
Die, die, die my game store
Never refunded a single sale
Die, die, die my game store
Your god damn store smells stale
I'll be seeing you again
Yeah, I'll be seeing you in hell
So don't cry to me weird peter
Your future's in an oblong box
Don't cry to me oh Game store
Your patrons reek like week old socks
Don't cry to me comic guy
Had to know the future was on-line
Don't cry to me oh fatbeard
I’m sick of that ‘Not out yet’ line
Don't cry to me El stink-o
And now your buyers run out the door
Don't cry to me old gamer
Die, die, die my game store
You won’t rip me off any more
Die, die, die my game store
And bathe your smelly help
Hairy Minotaur
Explorer
The Ballad of the Shrieker
or
The Lament of the Groaning Spirit
or
The Lament of the Groaning Spirit
Poster Bard
First Post
The Hero's Rusty Greaves
by Poster Bard
On any night prepare for fright and buy another round,
He's full of cheer and holds his beer but never held his ground,
He drinks his ales and tells the tales of all that he achieves,
The spilling of the chilling of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
So harken to a man that you can envy for his feats,
Despite the fact that each attack results in his retreats,
You'll hear the sound, when chips are down, his bladder, thus, relieves,
The sloshing and withdrawing of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
He's not the type to snark or snipe on others in the bar,
Though often they make sport of him for being so bizarre,
He's guileless though underdressed with nothing up his sleeves,
It's hard to bear that all he wears are Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Don't be annoyed, it fills the void, when times are of the need,
The boastful way he'll drain the day with each and every deed,
He's telling you of all that's true or all that he believes,
The fabricated, quite inflated, Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Decline the plea, to sit on knee, when beckoning he will,
Fair warning of his massive love for bottles he will kill,
Though slaying of the living is a thing that makes him heave,
Don't chance the moist advances of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
He's had the clap, within his lap, and vermin there reside,
The closest thing to battle scars for which he can take pride,
Are marks upon his bottom that his armor often leaves,
The rubbing and the chafing from the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Someday he'll die and all will cry and plant him down below,
But be advised, don't be surprised at all that there will grow,
The flowering and towering of trees with many leaves,
Well fertilized, wherever lies, the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
by Poster Bard
On any night prepare for fright and buy another round,
He's full of cheer and holds his beer but never held his ground,
He drinks his ales and tells the tales of all that he achieves,
The spilling of the chilling of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
So harken to a man that you can envy for his feats,
Despite the fact that each attack results in his retreats,
You'll hear the sound, when chips are down, his bladder, thus, relieves,
The sloshing and withdrawing of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
He's not the type to snark or snipe on others in the bar,
Though often they make sport of him for being so bizarre,
He's guileless though underdressed with nothing up his sleeves,
It's hard to bear that all he wears are Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Don't be annoyed, it fills the void, when times are of the need,
The boastful way he'll drain the day with each and every deed,
He's telling you of all that's true or all that he believes,
The fabricated, quite inflated, Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Decline the plea, to sit on knee, when beckoning he will,
Fair warning of his massive love for bottles he will kill,
Though slaying of the living is a thing that makes him heave,
Don't chance the moist advances of the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
He's had the clap, within his lap, and vermin there reside,
The closest thing to battle scars for which he can take pride,
Are marks upon his bottom that his armor often leaves,
The rubbing and the chafing from the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Someday he'll die and all will cry and plant him down below,
But be advised, don't be surprised at all that there will grow,
The flowering and towering of trees with many leaves,
Well fertilized, wherever lies, the Hero's Rusty Greaves!
Macbeth
First Post
They should throw some songs by the Lords of the Rhymes on the next D&D soundtrack.
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