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03/15/11(Tue)19:54 No.14254811>>14254627 Oh, shit son, You can't be talking to me, I gave you time to run, And yet, what is it I see?
Your faithful ass, Sitting around, It's your time to pass, You religious fucking clown.
Page 43, Of the PHB, Look up "Smite" And cry out of spite.
Smite Evil, five per day, Only five fucking times to make evil pay? Shit, I'm over here swinging, twenty-four-seven, Sending ghosts and goblins to their filthy fucking heaven.
Now, let's look closer, if I may, can I quote? I want to point out that I can't be smote. Says right here, You little queer, "Attempt to smite evil," Well, here's an upheaval:
Look right here, at my character sheet, Besides the fact that it's unbelievably sweet, Those black-lettered words read out "alignment" And being against such arbitrary confinement,
You know what I did? Threw it out the door. You ready kid? Prepare to be floored. This fighter is neutral, Yeah that's right, his alignment is central.
Your one fucking gimmick, five-times-a-day, Can't even use it, the fuck do you have to say?
And don't go disrespecting feats, you can't even stand it. How well can you use Robilar's Gambit? Or hell, even Weapon Specialization. I'll use it real well to help with your maturation.
'Cause when I'm through with you, you'll be a real man, So please, boys and girls, lend him a hand? I don't think you can sink much lower than this, Hell, might as well go unarmed, check it, just using my fists.
My hands, your god, who's gonna win? I'm going to bet now on the one who has sinned. |