Bad juju poem - by a warlock
I'd like to tell the tale of my first exotic
It wasn't a scout, sniper or rocket
It was a pulse rifle before the pulse patch
At that time... it wasn't up to scratch
So i chose to dismantle it for the e-shard
With a lackluster gun the decision wasn't hard
Time soon passed... but then rumour spread
News of a pulse buff... *i was shaking my head*
I then heard about Obsidian mind...
So off i went... back to the grind
Minutes to hours... hours to days...
Trying everything from nightfall to raids
Random numbers generating... i was doing the math
Thinking RNG'sus was having a laugh
My journey went through country and county
Finally rewarded with the exotic bounty
So back to the crucible... one more time...
As luck would have it... i dropped obsidian mind
With both equiped it was a killer combination
Nova bomb after nova bomb... annihilation
The bodies would fill a convoy of hurses
Thanks to the perk... string of curses
As the enemy lay broken and battered
We owe it all to Toland the shattered
Back in the crucible i embraced the void
But it got the scrubs all annoyed
The forums flooded with butthurt... so tragic
All this salt... over abit of space magic.
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