Thoughts about plants, games, King Arthur, and direct eye contact on public transportation.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Spawn Camping Poem
A gamer once upon a time proceeded forth with hope
But instantly at the spawn door was 360-noscop'd
Seized he then his keyboard, typed "OP the sniper rates"
Responded hence the sniper thus: "git gud" and "get rekd m8."