More D&D song parodies

I know this sucks, but its all i could think of at the moment. I just heard Jimmy Eat World's The Middle, and the line "just try your best, try everything you can" just screamed "just try your best, use every feat you can"


Hey, dont write HP off yet
Its only in your head you feel that
the dice let you down
Just try your best, try every feat you can.
And dont you worry how they NPC you while your away.
It just takes some time, little elf your in the middle of the fight
Everything (everything) will be just fine, especially when the mage just cast daylight (daylight).
Hey, you know they're all insane
They know your dice roll better than their own, so dont buy more.
Roll right now.
Yea just DM yourself
It doesnt matter if you stole ideas from someone else.
It just takes some time, little elf your in the middle of the fight.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, especially when the mage just cast daylight(daylight)
It just takes some time, little elf your in the middle of the fight.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, especially when the mage just cast daylight(daylight)
Hey, dont write HP off yet
Its only in your head you feel that
the dice let you down
Just do your best, use every feat you can.
And dont you worry what their characters are gonna say.
It just takes some time, little elf your in the middle of the fight
Everything (everything) will be just fine, especially when the mage just cast daylight(daylight)
It just takes some time, little elf your in the middle of the fight.
Everything (everything) will be just fine, you just won the fight.(won the fight).
 

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To the tune of the Barenaked Ladies song -

It's been one week since I posted here
Bared my soul to the boards and asked for answers
Five days since I bumped it last,
Saying "Find me some info, come back and see me."
Three days since the WizO lock,
Knew it was a little OT but couldn't tell you
Yesterday, you finally tried to post
But it'll still be two days 'til I can get a topic through.

Stop for a sec and let the thief work
And cut the noise, jerk
Before he rolls for an encounter.
Killing swine is prob'ly fine, although I'd have to draw the line
At dragging smoking corpses through the temple of Ilmater.
Hot like the smoking laser death-sticks
Because we likes tricks
Because it's all about the genre.
Weapon master's got the mad crits
You mix and match bits, you shove the background in the corner.
Had to open up a can, and damn the man,
Before the bandits ran
I like the ninja, it's the cheapest of the classes
Gotta fight a duel with climber's tools
Just 'cuz the DM's cruel
Call the cleric, he's the band-aid for the masses

How can I know it when I'm stepping out of line in here
Irritating people though I'm trying to be helpful
I'm that kind of guy, puts everything in General
Can't comprehend what I think? You never will.
I have a tendency to spam to boost my post count
I have a history of losing my account

It's been one week since I posted here
Typed in caps, and spoke of 1337 ph34r
Five days since you yelled at me
Threatening to ban me and my IP
It's been three days since the evening chat
You found out where I lived, and grabbed your steel bat
Yesterday, you were still outside
Along with moderators, other fans, and the FBI

Bickity-bam goes the great-cleave fighter
Grab a bag of rats and watch 'em dive for cover
Got a character to change up every season
Sans rhyme or reason
I'll do a cat-man for my next one
Like Elminster they're all munchkin
Like Drizzt they're drow-kin
Like dragons with a bit of godling mixed in

Like Monte, got the plot hooks
Okay I don't write books
But if I did they'd have an orc and pie
Real men abuse the spiked chain
Inflicting mad pain
He's the ultimate melee guy
Gonna get a barrel full of caltrops
Get the sharp ones, make 'em really hop
Just so the villains aren't always messing up my retreat
Gotta get in line with the divine
'Cuz immortality is mine
Go mad with power in a heart beat

How can I know it when I'm stepping out of line in here
Irritating people though I'm trying to be helpful
I'm that kind of guy, puts everything in General
Can't comprehend what I think? You never will.
I have a tendency to spam to boost my post count
They have a history of banning my account

It's been one week since they came to me
Took a bat to my head and laughed with glee
Five days since I laughed since I laughed at them
And said I'd call the cops as soon as I could move again
Three days since the emergency room
I realized I might be to blame, but what could I do?
Yesterday, someone emailed me
And said "We'll let you back in if you say you're sorry"
Let you back in if you say you're sorry
Let you back in if you say you're sorry
Psionic catman elf-ninja monkey


*bows*

--Impeesa--
 


A long, long time ago – I can still remember his frightened look and the scream he cried.
Still, I knew if I had my chance, that I could stab it with my lance,
And maybe we could hang on for a while…

But empty was the archer’s quiver; a claw had pierced him through the liver.
Bad news he from us kept: he couldn’t take one more step.
I can’t remember if he cried when the dragon tore out his insides.
But something scared me deep inside, the day, the ranger died. So..

(Chorus)
Bye, bye, oh, it’s time to fly!
We should go before we end up like that elvish guy.
If we’re lucky and we hide well, it might pass us by,
And this won’t be the day that we die…this won’t be the day that we die.

Can you make me invisible? Will it work on dragons juvenile?
Does your spell book tell you so?
Well, don’t go that way: there’s a troll – you’re out of fire spells to slay that foe
And Acid Arrow you don’t know!

Well I know the situation’s grim –
You saw the what the beast did to him.
We both took off and flew…
At least I can run faster that you!

I was running fast, on through the muck
The gnome kept on saying that our chances sucked
And I knew that we were out of luck the day the ranger died.

I started singing…
(Chorus)

Now for ten hours, we were on our own,
While the dragon grew fat on the ranger’s bones
Let’s hope that’s not our destiny
Well, the cleric prayed to Cyrrollalee for a spell to heal the wounds on me
and the gnome, who’d still a bloodied knee.

Oh, but while the cleric’s head was bowed,
Undead returned – those he’d once cowed.
The cleric rose and turned – this time none survived the burns!
And while he began heal us in the , the gnome, he practiced casting sparks,
I drank a option called “Skin of Bark,” The day, the ranger died/

(Chorus)

Back in town, I met a bard, and I asked her for a happy yarn,
But she smiled and turned away.
So I went down to the sacred store, when I’d had him raised years before,
But the man there had no body for to raise.
Then in the streets, the people screamed.
The taverns burned; blood flowed in streams.
The dragon’d followed us back; it razed the town – every shack.
Then the three men I admire most – the cleric, mage and myself (I’m Kholst),
Well we caught the last wagon towards the coast, the day, the ranger, died.

And we were singing,
Bye, bye, oh, it’s time to fly!
We should go before we end up like that elvish guy.
If we’re lucky and we hide well, it might pass us by,
And this won’t be the day that we die…this won’t be the day that we die.
 
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