Ten little cRPGers crossed the Native line.
One saw no bannerstacks, and then there were nine.
Nine little cRPGers thought their skills were great.
One received a headshot, and then there were eight.
Eight little cRPGers were in noob heaven.
One faced a scimitar, and then there were seven.
Seven little cRPGers, one said 'bundle of sticks'.
Noone got the reference, and then there were six.
Six little cRPGers, brocode to stay alive.
One of them was ban-polled, and then there were five.
Five little cRPGers, peasant-clothed and poor.
One kept getting one-shot, and then there were four.
Four little cRPGers, mashing 'A' and 'D'.
One tried to roll away, and then there were three.
Three little cRPGers, covered in pew pew.
'Shoulda brought a shield mate', and then there were two.
Two little cRPGers, ''I'd rek you 1-on-1''.
One got pole-stunned and then there was one.
One little cRPGer having lots of fun.
He didnt get a multiplier, and then there were none.