Thriller End of Book 1

Happy Halloween Erfworld!

First try, be gentle. Amit, Halloween & the book 1 dance fight page in the toolbox inspired me...


It's close to turn's end and something evil's lurking in the dark
Under the sunlight you see some troops that almost stop Your heart
You try to scream, but Wanda takes your breath before You make it
You start to freeze as zombies look you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed!

 

'Cause this is croaking, croaking right
And no one's gonna save you cause Wanda's about to slay
You know it's croaking, croaking right
You're fighting for your life from a Croaka-Mancer today

 

You hear the gate crash and realize there's nowhere left to run
You feel the cold sword and know you'll never ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just some foolamancy
But all the while you hear the zombie dancin' up behind
You're out of time!

 

'Cause this is croaking, croaking right
There ain't no second chance against the Zombie's crazy eyes
You know it's croaking, croaking right
You're fighting for your life against a Zombie Army today

 

The zombies call
And the leadership dance in their palisade
There's no escapin' the jaws of Gobwin Knob this time
(They're open wide)
This is the end of your life

 

They're out to get you; there's zombies closing in on every side
They will out fight you unless you get Charlie on the line
"Now is the time for you and I to dance close
Together
All through the day I'll save you with the icons on the screen
Archons will lead.

 

That is croaking, croaking right
'Cause I can croak them more with a cool game I'd like to play
Prince, this is croaking, croaking right
So let me contract right and take a schmucker,
or two,
or more,
And croak all of GK!"

 

But here is Parson, croaking right
'Cause I can croak you more if my Twoll would dare to try
Prince, this is croaking, croaking right
So let me fool your sight and share a croaker, faller

 

Darkness falls across the cave
Last of the last stands is quite grave
Casters link in search of blood
To destroy the entire neighborhood
And all the bodies shall be found
Without loyalty for the Crown
They'll stand and face the 'plier's will
Then turn inside a corpse's shell

 

The foulest stench is in the air
The Coalition sheds some tears
And hot lava pouring from tubes
Is closing in to seal their doom
And though you run to stay alive
Your body starts to swelter
For no mere mortal can resist
A trap by Dirtamancer

 

(Note: User was awarded 25 spooky Shmuckers for this post. -Rob)

Comments

  • Amit (Tipped by 1 person!)

    Glad I could inspire you :)