The Scourge/Poetry

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BARHAH!

(by Bree Kong)

I make it to a strike, for the first time in weeks
to find hit rates have surged!
Above 50%? Incredible!
This whole city'll soon be Scourged!

Our latest, Gysbourne, was on his way
but yet to reach our target zone.
He observed the strike, with Rita in charge,
on Danger, Curley and Bone.

Rita fearlessly led us across the border
To drop into Lockett for lunch.
She ruined the Danger when it proved free of breathers
or even a genny to munch.

Next east into Dartside, for stop number two,
a chilling sight, towers of Bone.
Baraga's ruin, this one was,
it fell with nary a moan.

A harman ran by, Bartles by name,
giving Baraga a little love tap.
He sprinted on by, repaired the Danger Building,
without pause for a brief dirt-nap.

Then on to the Curley with Baraga AP'd
this one was mine to ruin.
Three in, three down, not bad for a single day's work
but with strike rates like this, it's a shoo-in.

At Baraga's request, this poem you've got,
summarizing our latest strike.
To the Harmans of Dartside, we now say,
take a gorram hike!

Mamah

(Barhemian Rhapsody parody by Peng)

Mamah... just killed a man. Put a flare gun against his head, pulled the trigger now he's dead.
mamah... APs had just regained
But now I've gone and thrown it all away
Mamah... oooo-ooh, didn't mean to make you cry, if I'm not scouting again this time tomorrow
Carry on, carry on, because spraying really matters

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