I'm new to the town, Don't have any gear,
A poor NEW-BIE Honest work's what I fear. So I stand in TS As I yell through
the din: "Someone give me some coins!!"
(Then I'll yell it again!)
Soon comes the refrain: "Get
a job!" they all say, So of course I must prove Sloth really does pay I'll
cut and I'll paste (Same typos and all) "Gimme cions!!" "Gimme cions!!" I'll
(then I'll bawl)...
But fades in an angel A man dressed
in black, Ora scythe in his hand, Leather cloak on his back... He pulls out
a stick A rod made of laen He waves it at me As he sings his refrain...
Oh, Lord Bleeds, Won't ye sleep
me please? I fear I have caught A crippling disease! I have not a sword,
I know not a spell, I'm stuck in TS And do nothing but yell!
"Knock it off," yells The Bleeds,
Waves his rod made of laen I slump to the ground Sticky webs in my brain
I wake in a daze, The Bleeds - what a jerk! I head to Moot Hall: It's on
to the Clerk!
I enter his office And scream
for a job He gives me a message, A wink and a nod, "Find the Fortune-telling
Gypsy!" He says with a grin, Now I'll yell on the net, Though some think
it a sin. "OH WHERE IS THE GYPSY??" "OH WHERE CAN SHE BE??"
Then comes the reply "Shaddap!"
thinks The Bleeds. Oh Lord Bleeds, Won't you web me please? Sling that spell,
Make my body freeze. My time runs short, I need to yell, So please, Lord
Bleeds, Please cast your spell! A rat bit my leg, My arm and my head I'm
not gonna die,
(It's the bruises I dread.)
I go to TS To sing of my pain,
I belt out my lines - Oh no! HIM again!! Oh Lord Bleeds Won't you sleep me
please? Wave that rod, Make me weak in the knees! My pain is great! My boo-boos
many! Don't let me sing And be a ninny!
Once more to the hunt! Back into
the fray! But alas, yet again, It just isn't my day. I fear I've been cursed
My luck is so poor An orc slit my throat `Ere I'm outta the door A friend
drags my corpse To the middle of town Yells "REZZ MY FRIEND!!"
And elicits a frown From The
But I know (I have proof!) The
more that I whine The better my chances Of living on time... so... "HELP!!
REZZ ME NOW!!!" I'll scream and I'll beg OW!!! What was that??? A sharp pain
in my leg! "Shaddap!" yells The Bleeds, Then he kicks me again! "Be quiet,
you fool!" "Don't add to the din!" "I NEED AN LK!!!!!!!!!!"
(Don't know what that means)
I scream it because - It's what
dead people scream. "Bleeds will cut off your lips!" Yells ol' webby once
more, Grabs onto my arm, Drags me into a store.
My tale ends here. I'm sorry
The Bleeds has my body... He
won't let me decay. "I'LL B BACK!! U WILL SEE!!!" My mighty corpse roars,
"I WILL REEK MY REVENGE!!" "THEN I'LL REEK IT SOME MORE!!" "Sure you will,
" smirks The Bleeds, As my 'puter grows dim... Guess I'll wait till tomorrow
'fore I log in again.
...although the rumor is that Lord Thoryn was the writer, but i'm not supposed
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