There's been a lot of tension and maliciousness on the forums of late, so to lighten the mood a little so we remember that this is a game and that we are in fact a bunch of adult losers playing an internet game exchanging insults over basic mathematics and ability to have no life outside TribalWars here's a Bish original poem (also please unblock me from discord Mehcooky, it's all love, I'll ease up on the wind ups!):
There once was a boy named Mehcooky,
Who bet on himself at the bookie,
But with no OD on the shelf,
Made a fool of himself,
On the forum externals come looky!
The banter had begun,
And his lips they did run,
It looked like forums might again, be fun!
But he had issues with rage,
Please put his mouth in a cage,
And join in on an op before you come to this page?
Your ‘facts’ make no sense,
Please don’t add your two cents,
Our source(s) already told us you’re dense.
And yes, I have so much free time,
To write stupid rhymes, and listen to you whinge and bicker and whine.
Dealing with incomings all day is fine too,
I don’t think we’ve ever had many from you?
For now that’s all I’ll say,
Anger is not the way!
I’m only here cos I wanna play and say hey
But please stop adding pinches of salt to your stories salt bae xxx
