The Ranger
by Zinovia
with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a raid unending, while I struggled, sleep forfending,
During a long and tedious heal rotation on some mob that I abhor,
While I counted, nearly sleeping, suddenly a tell came creeping,
A tell into my window creeping, keeping me awake some more.
'Just a buff request', I muttered, 'bleeping buffs I cast before -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Distinctly was the message growing, characters continued flowing,
And each separate pixel glowing wrought its strange and hidden lore.
Eagerly I wished the mob dead, anxious to seek out my own bed,
Where I could rest my weary head - in blissful slumber’s deep rapport.
For the rare and radiant dreams that grow on slumber’s distant shore.
‘More DPS’, I did implore.
Now at my window I was staring, as I boggled, wondering, swearing,
‘What the F is this about?’ I questioned as I stared some more.
For the tell was from a ranger, arrogant, who scoffs at danger,
From the name it was a stranger, someone new to Al’Kabor.
And what spake this ranger with the name I’d not encountered heretofore?
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Who’s this?’ I asked with some asperity, ‘Are you a member of Temerity?’
‘Or perhaps a new guild of which I’ve never heard before?’
‘What was the meaning of your telling? Perhaps my name you were misspelling?’
‘Or is this some strange foretelling of the fate you see in store?’
‘The fate our server faces once we’ve reached the goals we’re aiming for?’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Is this a GM who’s in hiding? Or perhaps someone who’s Guiding?’
‘A riddle or a quest mayhap, that we are destined to explore?’
‘Or is it just for plat donation, or buffs you are in desperation?’
‘I’m in a raid CH rotation, go play and pester me no more.’
‘Rangers can do anything, or so I have been told before.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Ask a magician to deliver, arrows for your empty quiver,’
‘Or make your own since rangers’re always working on their fletching score.’
‘Track some mobs out in the field and slice them up with dual wield,’
‘Or use your uber weapon shield to pull some raid mob that’s hardcore.’
‘Go forage foods to bake some tasty goodies that we all adore.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘So move your butt from PoK, get some experience today,’
‘Find a group and go explore some zone you’ve never seen before.’
‘Get out there and shoot and DoT, kill some mobs with root and rot,’
‘For I am certain you have got some AA’s that you are aiming for.’
‘Go snare and buff and other stuff, and MGB your Predator.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘That is really quite annoying, I must say I’m not enjoying,’
‘These tells in which you say nary a word but, ‘Nevermore.’
‘The time has come to take some action, without considering your reaction,’
‘So to hell with Newbie faction, I should have done this long before.’
I then typed command most fateful, that dreaded single word, ‘/ignore’.
Spoke the ranger nevermore.
by Zinovia
with apologies to Edgar Allen Poe
Once upon a raid unending, while I struggled, sleep forfending,
During a long and tedious heal rotation on some mob that I abhor,
While I counted, nearly sleeping, suddenly a tell came creeping,
A tell into my window creeping, keeping me awake some more.
'Just a buff request', I muttered, 'bleeping buffs I cast before -
Only this, and nothing more.'
Distinctly was the message growing, characters continued flowing,
And each separate pixel glowing wrought its strange and hidden lore.
Eagerly I wished the mob dead, anxious to seek out my own bed,
Where I could rest my weary head - in blissful slumber’s deep rapport.
For the rare and radiant dreams that grow on slumber’s distant shore.
‘More DPS’, I did implore.
Now at my window I was staring, as I boggled, wondering, swearing,
‘What the F is this about?’ I questioned as I stared some more.
For the tell was from a ranger, arrogant, who scoffs at danger,
From the name it was a stranger, someone new to Al’Kabor.
And what spake this ranger with the name I’d not encountered heretofore?
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Who’s this?’ I asked with some asperity, ‘Are you a member of Temerity?’
‘Or perhaps a new guild of which I’ve never heard before?’
‘What was the meaning of your telling? Perhaps my name you were misspelling?’
‘Or is this some strange foretelling of the fate you see in store?’
‘The fate our server faces once we’ve reached the goals we’re aiming for?’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Is this a GM who’s in hiding? Or perhaps someone who’s Guiding?’
‘A riddle or a quest mayhap, that we are destined to explore?’
‘Or is it just for plat donation, or buffs you are in desperation?’
‘I’m in a raid CH rotation, go play and pester me no more.’
‘Rangers can do anything, or so I have been told before.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘Ask a magician to deliver, arrows for your empty quiver,’
‘Or make your own since rangers’re always working on their fletching score.’
‘Track some mobs out in the field and slice them up with dual wield,’
‘Or use your uber weapon shield to pull some raid mob that’s hardcore.’
‘Go forage foods to bake some tasty goodies that we all adore.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘So move your butt from PoK, get some experience today,’
‘Find a group and go explore some zone you’ve never seen before.’
‘Get out there and shoot and DoT, kill some mobs with root and rot,’
‘For I am certain you have got some AA’s that you are aiming for.’
‘Go snare and buff and other stuff, and MGB your Predator.’
Quoth the ranger, ‘Nevermore.’
‘That is really quite annoying, I must say I’m not enjoying,’
‘These tells in which you say nary a word but, ‘Nevermore.’
‘The time has come to take some action, without considering your reaction,’
‘So to hell with Newbie faction, I should have done this long before.’
I then typed command most fateful, that dreaded single word, ‘/ignore’.
Spoke the ranger nevermore.
⢠Socratus Wittgenstein - Retired.
⢠Zinovya - Human Cleric...err...Holy Paladin
⢠Dominica - Draenei Mage
Shield of Azeroth, Alleria
And thereâs a hand my trusty friend! And gives a hand oâ thine!
And weâll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
Weâll tak a cup oâ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
⢠Zinovya - Human Cleric...err...Holy Paladin
⢠Dominica - Draenei Mage
Shield of Azeroth, Alleria
And thereâs a hand my trusty friend! And gives a hand oâ thine!
And weâll take a right good-will draught, for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne,
Weâll tak a cup oâ kindness yet, for auld lang syne.
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Great job! 