A Poem Written Whilst Slaying Armoured Zombies.
A guthan’s warspear, helm, chainskirt and platebody.
A legend’s cape, dragon boots, regen brace and ring of wealth.
An abyssal whip too for when feeling damage is shoddy.
Too much RuneScape I know is bad for my health.
Yet I kill these zombies endlessly, tirelessly,
Hour after hour, day after day, really just grinding.
The Guthan’s goes ahead and degrades,
No amazing drops are found, bleakness oh so blinding.
Another game I now decide to play,
Irony of ironies when a game can be so boring;
Why do I continue to play, no protest to say,
My blood sweat and tears can’t be rinsed frmo the flooring.
Hopefully one day this addiction can be broken,
For it consumes life force and free time and soul;
I look for a rare drop as one special token,
Getting money and combat levels is my goal.
Beware of the addiction of Runescape.
The End
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