Once upon a midnight dreary, while I slaughtered a boss, weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten loot
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a leggo toot,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my inventory box.
“’Tis some malak’s bane,” , “pressing at my drop weapon button—
Only this and nothing more.”
And i went on to slaughters and takedowns like a chore
And each separate dying leggo ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow;—vainly I had sought to borrow
Any other world drop for sorrow—sorrow for i wished to see malak’s bane nevermore
But even throwing it off the map into the abyss the Be damned lost machine has brought it to my door…
… And more corpses Show me malak’s bane… Again and again across time and space forever more.
Orange lights i can’t ignore… Into the sky off cliffs malaks bane shall soar
Towards new lands and dlcs loot i charge like a boar
In hopes i shall see malaks bane… Never more…
I look upon new worlds orange lights i see and adore…
I rush towards it like a frnzied boar…But then i see it once again… Forever sitting on the floor!
~flipper or fin…whatever