An indication you have gotten too into a game is when, while playing, you spontaneously compose a poem. Here is something I thought up while playing World of Tanks.
HETZER VOR!
My Hetzer's so pretty,
my Hetzer's so fine.
If my shell hits you,
you'll see the divine.
My Hetzer's so pretty,
my Hetzer's so fine.
If my shell hits you,
you'll see the divine.
If death takes you,
I will be sad.
My turtle-shaped tank,
is totally rad.
I will be sad.
My turtle-shaped tank,
is totally rad.
The tracks on my tank,
go clickity-clack.
My one weakness,
is a shot to the back.
go clickity-clack.
My one weakness,
is a shot to the back.
My turret is turning,
and so is my tank.
Your hopes of winning,
are about to be sank.
and so is my tank.
Your hopes of winning,
are about to be sank.
A rather common occurrence Oh no, oh dear,
you're saved by the bell.
I've just been destroyed,
by an artillery shell.
Back at basecamp,
you're rather smug.
I think it is time,
I upgraded to StuG
you're saved by the bell.
I've just been destroyed,
by an artillery shell.
Back at basecamp,
you're rather smug.
I think it is time,
I upgraded to StuG
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