Evening adventurers,
I entrust you with another poetic effort. If you enjoy it, I have others scattered through the community section.
The Ballad of the Bad Board
Listen well, and heed my tale
Lest you share my fate
When the board is bad
And fortune flees
Beyond the Summon Gate
My foe is chosen
And stands across
The far side of the board
Wu and Caedmon, Kiril, Kelile
And centre: Melendor
My strategy is obvious
If victory I desire
I’ll double up on heroes red
And burn them all with FIRE
I call up a mighty host
To rend them all asunder
To punish this moronic choice of a green obsessives blunder
Colen, Bold Tusk, Chao and John
And Sabina form the line
Smash the tank with ruby tiles
It’s tactically sublime.
I spend my flag and press Attack
In eager anticipation
But as the board hoves into view
This turns to consternation…
Blue tiles. Across the screen.
Red underrepresented
Never in all history
Has a board been so resented.
Still I attack, there is no choice
Throw caution to the wind
My cunning strategem,
It seems, must immediately be binned
So blue and green, a yellow too
I do my level best.
To destroy this wretched team
And add them to my chest.
But as I flail and flap and flop
All is a mirage
While opposite the mana bar
Is almost fully charged.
And then at once, Melendor
Unleases all his healing
And now debuffed, Bold Tusk’s cry
Is swiftly unappealing.
Kiril too, improves their odds
And I have missed my chance
For the Lord of Monkeys rolls his dice and adds the Gambler’s Stance.
Then the pain is truly felt
Reality starts to bite
The final coup de gace delivered
By Caedmon’s Piercing Strike.
The match is lost,
The cups are gone
My heroes all lie broken
For, despite my cunning plan,
The almighty board has spoken.
