![]() Then this new player beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, Proned upon my old position just around the tower door Not the least obeisance made he not a minute stopped or stayed he īut, with mien of lord or lady, ran hastily to the second floor. In there stepped the soldier of the same username before. Over there I flung the flashbang, when, follow'd the blind and ear rang, Let my heart be still a moment and as I crawl out on the floor. Let me see then, what thereat is, and this enemy - my knife will soon gore `Surely,' said I, `surely I should have taken scavenger pro Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before. Thus I pondered, and a gunshot pulled my mind back to the warīack into the tower camping, hand on mouse is damping, Grinning, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before īut the silence was broken, and here appeared a notification,Īnd the words spoken of kill confirmed, the points added to my score That doubtless was I that I heard you' - here I backtracked to the source -ĭeep into that hallway peering, long I stood there wondering, cheering, `Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore īut the fact is I am camping, and so rudely you came attacking,Īnd so carelessly you came backing, backing into my planted claymore, Presently my angst grew stronger hesitating then no longer, `'Tis some noob below on the ground floor. So that now, to match the contents of my clip I stopped shooting Strained me - enraged me with fantastic envy never felt before `'Tis some noob,' I muttered, `exploding into bits of goreĪh, distinctly I remember it was in the village tower,Īnd each separate dying player wrought his corpse upon the floor.Įagerly I wished for ammo - vainly I had brought the crossbowįrom my misses bursts of sorrow - sorrow for the lost streak scoresįor the rare and radiant rifle whom the gunsmiths forged from iron oreĪnd the thundering certain noise of each fired shot While I aimed, clearly tracking, suddenly there came a tapping,Īs of some one here attacking, then dispatched by my placed Claymore. ![]() Over many a quaint and curious streak of performance poor, Once upon a midnight levy while I camped there prone and ready,
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