Smuggler Archive
Thread: The Smuggler's Prayer
AngusMacGregor wrote:
I posted this in another thread... gonna post it in it's own thread in case you missed it.
The Shrub is my Shepherd; I shall not be sober.
He maketh me to lie down drunk in green pastures:
He leadeth me to pick the red wire instead of the blue.
He refilleth my beer.
He leadeth me in the paths of drunkenness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I swoop through the valley of the shadow of Devs,
I will fear no nerfs: For thou art with me;
Thy beer and thy pie, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a party before me in the presence of mine brother Smuggs;
Thou annointest my head with Spice; My cup runneth over with beer.
Surely sarcasm and cynicism shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Shrub forever.
omg...how........................did I miss this?
May The Holy Shrub be with us in our hour of darkness.
*burps loudly*
AngusMacGregor wrote:
May The Holy Shrub be with us in our hour of darkness.
*burps loudly*
Iii dooooonnt noooo hooo thsh shub blokke issss,, buut i liiike hjiiiiis stylerrr.
/bump because with all the changes and uncertainty, Smugglers need spiritual and libational guidance now more than ever.
/raises frosty mug;
/offers pie;
/cheers!
You can't read... but you can type.
Just one of those things that makes you say "Hmmmmmm......."
However, if you can't read because you got totally wasted the night before with a couple of Smuggler groupies, and woke up with a Krayt-sized headache... that's just plain coolness.
Arsani wrote:
GreenMarine, who art in SOE, hallowed be thy name
Thy Revamp come, thy Smuggling done, in Game as it is in Concept.
Give us this day our daily beer, and give us our bounties,
as we will forgive those who bounty hunt against us.
Lead us not into l33tness, but deliver us from nerfage
For thine is the Revamp, The Smuggling, and the Smart A**ness
Forver and ever
Hell yeah.
The Shrub is my Shepherd; I shall not be sober.
He maketh me to lie down drunk in green pastures:
He leadeth me to pick the red wire instead of the blue.
He refilleth my beer.
He leadeth me in the paths of drunkenness for His name' sake.
Yea, though I swoop through the valley of the shadow of Devs,
I will fear no nerfs: For thou art with me;
Thy beer and thy pie, they comfort me.
Thou preparest a party before me in the presence of mine brother Smuggs;
Thou annointest my head with Spice; My cup runneth over with beer.
Surely sarcasm and cynicism shall follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the House of the Shrub forever.