[Orcish pub brawl - a quest recap] (part 1)
Yeah! We made it back to Scumport!
Some of us prayed to their lord...
But you can see: after a quest,
Is before the next starts going...
Meanwhile... everyone is doing
What they normally do best:
Some party, some do a long rest,
Some go off to move their nice hips...
Some collect intel and small tips!
In bars and miscellaneous inns
And herein lays where trouble begins...
The problem: the monthly pub crawl!
A lot of orcs await firstly
It's return... Very... Thirsty!
Often leading to a pub brawl...
Anticipated by nearly all!
Awaited by orcs and their lot,
(Only) A hobby, that's why it's good!
So... it's part of the coming deal,
Feels sexy... It has some appeal...
For the few drunkards among us!
(Only few? Cheech... In orc ale you can trust!)
To the arena the pub is situated next,
AND it's glorious Bloody Twins season!
That alone is often enough a reason.
So... 'nuff for you to get perplexed?
Let's take a closer look,
(On this neat game hook,)
On the big picture, on the unraveling tale...
(By the way give me another of this fine ale!)
Wait a sec! Oh my... DING, DING, DING!
The contesters finally enter the ring!
ARRRE YOOUUUU READDDYYYYYYYY TOOOO RUUUUUUMBLEEEEE?!!!!!
And by that into the bar did stumble...
IN THE LEFT CORNER: the hooligans...
Ups, i mean ultra FANS!
OF TEAAAAM 'PORTS KRAKEN!!!
The finest of Scumports misshapens...
IN THE RIGHT CORNER: (at the bar directly)
I represent, not one bite less ugly
(By orc standard,) the FANS of the guest team, is:
(Fucking) FROSTBITE MOUNTAIN SCREAMERS!!!
(Goto part2, plz) 🍻
I love how you make sure I eat a healthy breakfast
and how each morning you kiss my cheek as you hand me the sandwiches you made for me, for work.
I love how you scold me for throwing my clothes onto the bed each evening,
and how you leave me alone when I am chained to a book or my phone.
I love how you get excited when I come home early from work
and how you listen sternly to my woes and blows.
I love how your eyes pop out as you narrate your day filled with new ideas.
and how those same eyes cry out loud shamelessly when they are hurt.
I how you get real with me when I need it the most
and how you stick by my side when 'they' say I don't act like a 'wife'. More than anything,
I love how you are a man who is not a 'man'. Birthday wishes to my partner. The mystery man the Internet has never seen.
BREAK IN CASE OF EMERGENCY
You would think I would do anything to avoid this, but I’m prone to slow deaths.
The type to miss her lifeboat. The type to hold too hard to hope.
So for once I made a different choice.
It’s broken to let you keep a piece. To let the pieces speak.
To say the least... I have to find my peace.
I guess it only feels broken, but maybe it’s really just released.
An acquired taste for me.
Bitter and hopefully one day... sweet.