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- There once was a time in DOTA,
- When IAV were pushing for a quota,
- Of a history screen all green,
- Of a record so clean,
- Maybe this time we were even sober.
- As the game pounded on,
- A light suddenly shone,
- Inside old Wolf’s head.
- An arrow let fly,
- An inflated supply,
- And another creep ends up dead.
- “I know” he smirked,
- With a wink and a grin,
- “Victory is assured,
- Through this mighty thing.”
- “Oh you wouldn’t” cries Maus,
- As the scores start to settle.
- “Don’t take the risk,
- Not on that chunk of metal.”
- An angry Pole shouts up from the jungle
- “Fuck you Wolf, the whole team will crumble!”
- “You’ll die like a scrub, our fate will be sealed,
- Just find something cheaper for that bitch to wield!”
- “I’ll do what I want!” exclaims the young Elf,
- As Wolf was most known ,
- For having an inflated opinion of self.
- “This money I farmed, it’s mine, all mine!”
- “There’s nothing better for it,
- Than this rapier so divine!”
- Battle lines formed between the two teams,
- Mid lane was pushed, Radiant was hopeful,
- Maybe now was the time to realise our dreams.
- On dire stood five, calm and steady,
- Their team fight ultimates,
- Off cooldown,
- Ready.
- In charged Radiant with a whoop and a holler,
- It was time to dig IAV out of scrub league squalor.
- But what was this,
- We were just four,
- Where was Drow,
- That filthy whore.
- Spells were thrown,
- Rocks were kicked,
- Our plan was blown,
- Dire just…clicked.
- Health bars were smashed,
- Like flies we did drop,
- As over sauntered Wolf,
- From the secret shop.
- He readied his bow and in he did charge,
- Not quite noticing this problem was far too large.
- He threw out a shockwave and silenced the crowd,
- But turned tail and ran, his confidence cowed.
- He fled through the jungle, his tail fully tucked
- He finally realised how much up he had fucked.
- In blinks the dire, their team fully mobile,
- And the Pole goes nuclear,
- Like an in game Chernobyl.
- With nowhere to run and no time to port,
- “The Elf bitch dies!” screams Kidzin with a snort.
- And Maus did sit, his head in his hands,
- Just why did he lead this not so merry band?
- And thus the relic was dropped,
- In the hands of our foes,
- They marched onwards,
- To put the game to a close.
- And so our story ends, as the ancient dies,
- Our valiant efforts reduced to wails and cries,
- “Noobs!” scream the team,
- Against which we can’t defend
- Destroyed is the dream,
- To our ego’s we must tend.
- And thus we all see what arrogance brings,
- That is why Wolf can’t have nice things.
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