Firebird 2.0's poem
Bounce and slaughter like a
Mad sparrow, but fight with
Intelligence as only a stork
could have, except with fire.
The swift warrior flying through
the hells slaying as he goes, lightning
flowing behind him like a tattered old
cloak loves to kill at least one hundred
Diablo, Lord of Destruction,
I grant to Thee mine aid.
Diablo, eternal warrior,
Who seeketh Death in all place.
From Tristam to Lut Gholein,
Thy infernal hordes spawn with Thee.
I'd love to hack and slash,
May it be with Thee.
The Light Magi's poem
As I reap I see one hundred souls
thanking me for my kindness.
As I kill I see two hundred ghosts disappearing,
asking to do a favor.
As I slaughter I see three hundred angels rising,
hoping that I kill Diablo.
Anything in my path burns,
causing demon fires,
which destroy innocent people,
who drop all their gold,
I am rich.
Doomwarrior 4.0's poem
As i smash my way through dungeons
all bow before me or die! If any refuse,
They are tortured in a most hideous way.
Their guts are torn out,
and their bones sizzle in sulphuric acid,
Until all that is left is pulp.
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