hihu ^^ here comes a new poem by mia ^^ nya, my paps rages on the honor system in WoW, and this of course stimulates my nüscht existing creativity ... in short, please ^^
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His skin is dark, his eyes were clear
He remembered a lot that was once
But now he runs away, is hunted, chased
His eyes are cloudy now, his clothes are scuffed
He won many victories, won many battles
But in the end they didn't get him very much
He has now become the hunted instead of the hunter
Many of his comrades-in-arms have long since died
Now he is fleeing through the woods, rushing through the alleys
And can only pray that they miss him
The Taure with the two orcs and the troll;
Damn it, what do they find so great about it ?!
The night elf should only go to the client
He wanted fabric from him, it was a weaver
But then the horde approached at a pace
And they just took the poor guy away!

And it is not difficult to notice in this example:The honor system is sometimes very annoying!