Blood Upon the Forums

- Arwael


He was just a rookie poster and he surely shook with fright. He checked off his spelling and made sure his font was tight; He had to sit and listen to those awful forums roar, "You ain't gonna post no more!"

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna post no more!"

'Is everybody happy?' cried the Moderator looking up, Our Hero feebly answered 'Yes,' and then they stood him up; He jumped into the fiery blast, his static line unhooked, And he ain't gonna post no more.

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna post no more!"

"He counted long, he counted loud, he waited for the shock. He felt the wind, he felt the heat, he felt the awful drop. The debate spilled out and wrapped around his legs. And he ain't gonna post no more."

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna post no more!"

"The arguements swung around his neck, facts cracked his dome. Reasons were tied in knots around his skinny bones. The discussion became his shroud; he hurtled to the ground. And he ain't gonna post no more."

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna post no more!"

"The crowd was on the spot, the forumites were running wild. The trolls jumped and screamed with glee, rolled up their sleeves and smiled. For it had been a week or more since last a thread had failed. And he ain't gonna post no more."

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna post no more!"

"He hit the ground, the sound was "Splat," his blood went spurting high. His comrades then were heard to say: 'A helluva way to die!' He lay there rolling round in the welter of his gore. And he ain't gonna post no more."

"Glory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. Gory, glory, what a helluva way to die. He ain't gonna jump no more!"

"There was blood upon the avatar, there were brains upon the signature. Intestines were a'dangling from his forumite suit. He was a mess; they picked him up, and poured him from his boots. And he ain't gonna post no more."


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