A beautiful sonnet by the one and only Darkvenet.

Ah, the thick sand under my large brown boots!

The crumbles of bones and metal clang loud.

Happy to the man who manages loot,

who respawns every single time for pride.

There, an opponent! A strong I hope.

The sounds of sword and claws hitting ring out.

Shoot, I might lose bad! I then thought nope.

I then threw out my strong, old sword about.

I then roll kick to the opponent's eyes.

The surprise was quickly ended in him.

He quickly blanks out as he slowly dies.

I give out a gg for it was grim.

Although fighting for pride is strong and great,

The death of one will let you learn what's fate.

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