WARNING: this is a very sad tale, not for the faint of heart - we have all been there and some of us will not care to re-live the experience. Proceed with caution!
With you by my side I feel like hero,
I conquer all the lands of the 1 and the 0.
You give me the strength to make me endure,
even the vilest piles of video game manure.
Forget cav is OP and 2 handed stab shit,
you make even STR builds seem super fit.
Never mind AGI whores and archer bundle of sticks,
who cares about hybrids builds with crossbow in the mix?
But then, all of a sudden, you've gone away.
No valorous efforts to convince you to stay.
My heart is heavy, like laden with clay,
I'm slipping down into the poor peasant fray.
Like a cold wind blowing to extinguish my fire,
I quit but will never forget you - my multiplier.