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I Am Tank. -Poem, a verbal fan art.

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TanktheAlmighty

Senior Member

05-07-2012

But no one plays with me lol All I do is tank


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ThyHoneynut

Senior Member

05-07-2012

Dude you made Nikasaur fall in love with you.


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King Conan I

Junior Member

05-07-2012

Inspired by your poem, I've decided to write a poem to you from us, the rest of your team, who so rarely give the tank the appreciation you deserve.



You Were Tank

Our AP caster is the first one to flee;
She says "oom" and then she hits B.
The AD carry is the next one to go,
Running for home with his health running low.
Our other two players push other lanes,
And you, humble tank, are all that remains.
It's three versus one, but the tower's in danger,
It comes down to you, brave, silent stranger.
Though you know surely you are to die,
You grip your blade and you look fate in the eye.

Too often you don't get the glory you're due.
Because, when we die, we blame only you.
"Stop running! take damage!" when you bleed by our side,
Taking hits meant for us on your often-scarred hide.
"Your score is too low! Your build is all wrong!"
We stand behind you and think ourselves strong.
"It's all the tank's fault!" is the oft-heard refrain,
But you suffer for us and do not complain.

Stunned, airborne, and slowed, you bore their attack,
You were no coward; there were no scars on your back.
We watched from a distance and scoffed at your plight,
"Only a fool tries a 3 v 1 fight."
Bleeding and burning, you stood alone in a crowd,
Battered yet fearless, tall and unbowed.
Though you had every chance then to fly,
You said to yourself, "It is a good day to die.
This is where I draw the line with my blood,"
And, all alone, you died in the mud.

You stood with all the strength of your class,
You swore then an oath: "They shall not pass."
When the fight's balance sat on the edge of the knife,
You waded in, and you paid with your life.
Nobly you fought, and nobly you fell,
With your last thought knowing you had done well.

Only the enemy heard your death groans,
And the turret you died for marks your brave bones.
That turret still stands: you took its fall,
And now it shall serve as a marker to all,
A reminder of the one we all have to thank:
You slow, you unwieldy, you scoreless, you tank.


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GuiFrnandes

Member

05-07-2012

Awesome poem, the first one. And I love playing as a Tank.

You know what? I'll try to make a song of it.

Oh, and King Conan's poem it's awesome too!


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Iridium Devil

Member

05-07-2012

Quote:
King Conan I:
Inspired by your poem, I've decided to write a poem to you from us, the rest of your team, who so rarely give the tank the appreciation you deserve.



You Were Tank

Our AP caster is the first one to flee;
She says "oom" and then she hits B.
The AD carry is the next one to go,
Running for home with his health running low.
Our other two players push other lanes,
And you, humble tank, are all that remains.
It's three versus one, but the tower's in danger,
It comes down to you, brave, silent stranger.
Though you know surely you are to die,
You grip your blade and you look fate in the eye.

Too often you don't get the glory you're due.
Because, when we die, we blame only you.
"Stop running! take damage!" when you bleed by our side,
Taking hits meant for us on your often-scarred hide.
"Your score is too low! Your build is all wrong!"
We stand behind you and think ourselves strong.
"It's all the tank's fault!" is the oft-heard refrain,
But you suffer for us and do not complain.

Stunned, airborne, and slowed, you bore their attack,
You were no coward; there were no scars on your back.
We watched from a distance and scoffed at your plight,
"Only a fool tries a 3 v 1 fight."
Bleeding and burning, you stood alone in a crowd,
Battered yet fearless, tall and unbowed.
Though you had every chance then to fly,
You said to yourself, "It is a good day to die.
This is where I draw the line with my blood,"
And, all alone, you died in the mud.

You stood with all the strength of your class,
You swore then an oath: "They shall not pass."
When the fight's balance sat on the edge of the knife,
You waded in, and you paid with your life.
Nobly you fought, and nobly you fell,
With your last thought knowing you had done well.

Only the enemy heard your death groans,
And the turret you died for marks your brave bones.
That turret still stands: you took its fall,
And now it shall serve as a marker to all,
A reminder of the one we all have to thank:
You slow, you unwieldy, you scoreless, you tank.


I am very much a fan of your poem as well simply awesome


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Sp33d Zer0

Junior Member

05-14-2012

"I crush our foes with a strike or two,
And bring about pain they never knew."
Perfect line considering I play alistar tank ^.^


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Tayln

Junior Member

05-18-2012

I found that amazing. Thank you for sharing with us! I know I'm not the first inspired by your poem but I also wrote one for a certain support.


I am support.
Fragile yet fearless,
My eyes watch for you,
Wide and tearless.
You are my charge,
My protected soul.
You, my friend, are the carry,
A vital role.
I accept my place,
As lowest in power,
Yet I stand by your side.
We protect the tower.

And when they come
They'll deal you damage
But, I am the healer,
I have to manage.
I'll stand between you and fights
For I know it matters not
If I die tonight.
Back if you must.
I understand.
I'll still be here,
I'll lend you my hand.

I'll place my wards.
I'll give you sight.
I'll break through the fog,
Black as night.
Heal, exhaust, all I can do.
I'll spend all my mana just to protect you.
And when you die,
I'll hear you say
"Useless support, go away."
There is only so much I can do
Know however, I never depend on you.

I am not a fighter.
Nor am I a tank.
I do a lot,
Yet never get thanks.
I'll eat cupcakes
Mushrooms too.
Take spears and axes to the face,
So you don't have to.
Yet you have your spell vamp,
Armor as well.
I only have six slots,
to help you give hell.

I am pure support.
Soraka is where it began.
Yet forget Taric as well,
I am not a man.
I float above,
Quiet as can be,
My name is Sona.
This is me.


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GayButch

Junior Member

05-18-2012

mmm


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AbsoluteZer0Jest

Recruiter

05-18-2012

Your story telling composure and poetic form is very smooth and descriptive! I love your style and structure, this is excellent work! Thank you greatly for sharing!


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Sp33d Zer0

Junior Member

05-31-2012

I am the fearless tank

We stand together, a group of 5.
A ragtag group no doubt,
Across the fields our enemies stand
Much like us, a group of 5.
Words are slung like brimstone,
"You suck! You noob! Get owned!"
I stand there silent, betwixt my friends,
I am the fearless tank.

They say, "Let's charge!" and ping away,
It's now my time to lead.
I charge in strong, allies close behind,
My body is their shield.
Arrows fly and fire burns,
My path does not deter.
I face the swords, the maces high
Whilest standing on scorched earth.

My allies fight, they get a kill!
The cheers go all around!
But focus shifts, and in the midst
I see my friend fall down.
The tides now shift, my allies flee.
They go and ping retreat.
But i stand tall, protect their path
I am the fearless tank.

Foes try to push, I hold them back,
Alone with shield and sword.
My allies fight to live again,
But i must give my soul.
As arrows fly and fire burns I feel myself worn down.
But this alone, my burden beared,
I am the fearless tank.

The cuts run deep, my end is near
Yet my job is now complete.
I saved ap and ad both,
I WAS the fearless tank.