vendredi 27 novembre 2015

Zaken server Poem

Tis the Night after thanksgiving but all is not quiet
All the parties are in quene, bots are botting, people are being pk'd but you know nothing..
I think I just saw Santa, maybe just a fat dwarf, then I went to go fishing at the Giran wharf.
I then saw all the yells for gold but I dislike my soul being sold, all I wanted was a pork loin but was told it would cost ncoin..
I don't want a adena dealer, or your gold, or fancy things, just give me a healer!


Zaken server Poem

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