'kay, I'm back, I'll post my death in just a minute. Come on people! Lets make it to 100 pages!
*EDIT*
Ownage sat in his base;
Contemplating his thrilling;
Which he got through his killing;
All of the blood is spilling;
The murders are chilling;
Because the people who are dead;
The people missing their head;
the people who bled;
the people filled with dread;
the people killed in their bed;
the people covered in red;
the people full of led;
are his good friends;
The survivors came bursting in;
Beat the living shit out of him;
How did you know;
It was I who filled you with woe;
that I was your great foe;
and this was where you needed to go;
How did you beat the pro;
Who murdered row by row;
We knew;
that it was you;
Your death is long due;
They strapped ownage to chair;
pull the switch they did dare;
with a deathly stare;
They proceeded to fry his hair;
has if he was shot in the face with a flare.
Isn't it terrible lovely? Atleast I rhymed much better than in the last one.
here is a caruso I made when my spots had flared up, damn spots.
@maddawg: I was the medic, hence the "Meet the Useless Medics" video as soon as ultimate was offed. Though I think I only had two saves the entire round, so it wasn't like I did much with the role. Better luck next time, I guess.
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