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(click to show/hide)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.
in about an hour?