Good Day to you all,
as now you must fall,
I'm here to take,
this thread for me to break,
I'll win this round,
without making a sound,
incredble that you reply,
it just makes me cry,
you're all naughty members,
since a long forgotten december,
you'll most definately fall,
while I stand tall,
don't you forget post,
and our most loyal host,
so now I take this win,
it was mine to begin!
I could be well moved if I were as you.
If I could pray to move, prayers would move me.
But I am constant as the Northern Star,
Of whose true fixed and resting quality
There is no fellow in the firmament.
The skies are painted with unnumbered sparks;
They are all fire, and every one doth shine;
But there?s but one in all doth hold his place for My Win!
I have almost forgot the taste of fears;
The time has been, my senses would have cool'd
To hear a night-shriek; and my fell of hair
Would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir
As life were in't: I have supp'd full with horrors;
Direness, familiar to my Winning thoughts
Cannot once start me.
Well hey I'm back, rhymes slicker than teflon,
Just give me a moment to adjust my chevron,
There, now that I've got it sitting straight,
I feel there's something I must reiterate.
I've Won this thread, again and again,
My reasons more tastier than chow mein,
How do I do this, how can you compete?
I'll give an explanation harder than concrete.
My Impulse Engines tear a hole though subspace,
Hull so hard this should be written in upper case,
My Crit Chance so high eagles can't get a look,
Got my shields pumped up, thicker than a telephone book.
Got a party in the Hanger Bay rocking out the deck,
Got more Titanium plating than the province of Quebc
Weapons loaded, locked and ready to fire,
You'll have to get past them for the Win you desire!
Got a pulse rifle charged and ready for use,
Polloyweave armour so thick it'll take any abuse,
I'm just going to stand here, patting my tribble,
This Win as tasty as peanut brittle.