@taamvan said in My Journey, My Triumph. By Lord Curtmungus, Part 2.:
@curtmungus
“This, was an age of heroes!”
In the past, the living men became gods by their deeds and were honored as such. We deem them Heroes.
Now, with the new eras of BBR, the resumption of travel tournaments, and the vicious political arguments on our Whatapp chats, we have a new opportunity to named as Gods.
Potentially, depending on how the dice go.
It was an age of heroes…
Cow, gone; Boldfresh, gone; Garganuta, Gone; ME1942, gone; Idi Amin, assassinated… the heroes have left us, who will they replace?
I recite a poem for you sub-illiterate nerds!:
Brothers shall fight
and fell each other,
and sisters’ sons
shall kinship stain.
Hard is it on earth,
with rampant whoredom;
Axe-time, sword-time,
shields are splintered.
Wind-time, wolf-time,
ere the world falls.
Nor ever shall men
each other spare.
Are there Nerds amongst you still able to rise to rampant dice-whoredome?
I doubt it.
SHOW ME!
