Hello, everyone. Let us use this thread as a template to generally get all the frustration off of our chests- regarding the state of horror and inefficiency that the Wastes have gradually tumbled into, and continue to fall deeper into. Sometimes the best way to express yourself in order to feel better is to simply coat it in the glitter of art. This thread doesn't need a discussion, nor suggestions about whatever the hell you wanna bring up. This isn't the place. This is essentially FW doomsaying, said by FW players themselves, in a poetic form. Not to make ourselves feel bad- but to make ourselves feel better. If we say it then we can stop feeling it under our skin. Let your butthurt be known. Let it shine. For this is what life in the Wastes is truly about. If you guys are shy... I'll begin with the next post:
The Wastes are wasting away. Like a fruit, picked from a tree, Too early to reach its consumer. It had found its way to rottenness on its way to greatness. Truly, Forsaken indeed.
We're screwed. Let's give every champ curse Instead of boon. For cursed is what they really are. Let Xulos become a tomb lord 2.0 Serkan?... what do liches do again? Screw it, give him curse. And Moragen can get curse(d) And how bout' General Cursed-ion? A pity.
It is a sad day in the Wastes. Every day. Afflicted Corpses bring the butter. No one has the bread. Is it retribution? For all the rage we have caused To others throughout the years? Now, like a Prophet of Destruction We must bear the fruits of our labor: The doom of our own troops As FW may Rage Quit too A fate we won't know until it's too late Or perhaps too soon.
For two games the k'thiren rushed my font Both games, used a spell swallowing tw4t Coming into my font by round III Flaunting a swallowed spell, what could it be? Two champs out, no spells in sight, I feel like she is protected, I am right! No font for the durations of games, just a lucky unholy tomb, kindaling flame. The k'thiren spells crashed like waves during our fight. I lost these games. The k'thiren mocking, my name. Then came a round number III! O yes, can this be? An early doom and chasms I can see! 5 fonts abroad, more then enough to keep us busy These tried games you played, now watch how FW gets busy! O the K'thiern protested in grief, unholy tomb was not needed because his blood was my feast. Drawn out the match was, but his champs were churned like butter By the staff of Lich King. Who possibly better?
There is no hope for this faction. You guys should just give up and realize the fact that fw players only exist to boost other players ratings. You're playing fw wtf did you expect picking this faction? Obviously you were gonna be doing a lot of dying and now you guys want to be mad that your faction is living up to its theme? sokolov should nerf fw more, ungrateful fw players. Should give the new fw legend short lived.
Brains Brains Brains Brains Brains Brains Brains Brains Every time I Fight for anything but Brains I get slain. I try to refrain From seeking the Brains A loss I eat So I return to eating Brains.
-- A doomsayer you are indeed, Your past speaks loud, That for dismay you greed, Misery is your shroud. -- -- My home is here in the waste, Here I was inspired, Great vigor built me up, For a while expired, From false light retreated haste, But we shall rise again. --
My doom just got shot down by Refute, Oh no dead fairies and that Righteous Deflection, Why can't I teleport and tap away, Oh wait I forgot Serkan only has 6 speed.
Brains, brains, I won't lie! I'll eat their brains 'til they're zombified. Sure they might think it's deranged, But they won't give it a thought after I've eaten their brains. Brains, brains, it's okay! It's not a matter if it isn't gray. And if at first they thinks it's strange, they won't think twice if they don't have a brain! Brains, brains, I love 'em, I need 'em... My tummy jumps for joy when I eat 'em. Big ones, fat ones, short ones, tall ones, They're so delectable, especially the small ones. No time to cook 'em in a skillet. My belly's rumblin', I got a need to fill it. I don't fry 'em, the heat will only shrink 'em, I'll just grab myself a straw and I drink 'em!!!
Welcome to the Wastes Where the dark things play And we ride and we die like everyday Pipsqueeks peep the creeper cuz the dusk is callin And nora don't drop til like 85 rounds into the game but we're still ballin
Sometimes I feel like As a Forsaken Wastes Player My champs embody the old age of my soul strike oh you think you huan xiang with the shi mao? watch me soul strike ya with my... nevermind Reapers blade is 45 nora. No. Soulreave is too mainstream. Shadowshank till my wallet bleed nora baby
The darkness enshrouds my blade of choice nothing can run, and nothing can hide for my knife longs for blood. You can not flee, and you can not see what is behind the wall hidden, under your very nose. It is death death lurks in the shadows. You turn expecting to see your good buddy but instead it's blade becomes bloody...
