Dark Souls II Poem. (Summarizes my playthrough)
Apr 13, 2013 20:58:01 GMT -7
Post by Camus Comprix on Apr 13, 2013 20:58:01 GMT -7
The Dark Souls Poem
Hero number thirty-three,
Was clobbered by a walking tree.
Hero number thirty-four,
Collapsed before he reached the door.
And hero number thirty-five,
Opened a chest that was alive.
Hero number thirty-six,
He fell before a wizard's tricks.
Hero number thirty-seven,
Now resides in hero heaven.
Hero number thirty-eight,
He saw the boulder just too late.
And hero number thirty-nine,
Was run right through by Ornstein
And hero number forty, well,
A giant wolf is how he fell.
You'll soon be breathing your last breath,
This isn't life, it's living death.
And though you've only just begun,
You'll soon be hero number one hundred and one.
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Hero number thirty-three,
Was clobbered by a walking tree.
Hero number thirty-four,
Collapsed before he reached the door.
And hero number thirty-five,
Opened a chest that was alive.
Hero number thirty-six,
He fell before a wizard's tricks.
Hero number thirty-seven,
Now resides in hero heaven.
Hero number thirty-eight,
He saw the boulder just too late.
And hero number thirty-nine,
Was run right through by Ornstein
And hero number forty, well,
A giant wolf is how he fell.
You'll soon be breathing your last breath,
This isn't life, it's living death.
And though you've only just begun,
You'll soon be hero number one hundred and one.