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Asherons Call: My Portal Isn't Green! It's Kinda Swirly Pink....
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Ok, and yesterday's winner for Yankee Doodle Asheron's Call style is Ooluntanga Dandy, by Aluver of Women! Aluver, please contact me with your Real Life name and address so I can send you your art! Oh, and do you want the Harbinger...or Oolutanga? Now, today's entries are for My Country Tis of Thee/God Save the Queen.
| Ulgrimian National Anthem by Cerulia | My One-thirty is to Me by Huntress Cyn |
| All please rise for theUlgrimian National Anthem[p]God save delicious stout, Wholesome nutritious stout, God save the stout! Send it to drink our health, Homebrew or off the shelf, Join now to pour it out, God save the stout![p]Virindi can't face its might, Olthoi not worth a fight, Stout's shining light; Gaerlan can run in fear, BZ shall not come here, Enemies quake far and near, God save the stout![p]No more cheap beer we pour, Stronger stuff in our store, Our chosen drink; Saki won't quench our thirst, Red wine is even worse, Drink till our bellies burst, God save the stout![p]*salute* | My one thir-ty is to me, an endless sink of Mahogan-ny It's cost me thir-ty sings.[p]Bow of my Pa-tron's pride, Stick of tusker su-icide, Perching VoD Mountain side, Still it eats up my Sings.[p]Tumerok Natives Flee, The hail of dead-ly's, Loosed from above. It shoots over rocks and hills; Past woods, no template ills; My bag with loot it fills Death from afar[p]Let arrows swell the breeze, Death rain as landscapes' lag freeze Sweet bowstring's Song. Derethian tongues awake; As of the loot I partake; Thier silence they will break, Crying I gotta get me some.[p]Cyn, archess God to Thee, Auhor of treasure liberty, Dont gank my Sing !?! With 450 bu it wholly light; Nine tinks it's filled with might; Upon my perch I alight, To gather yet more sings... |
| My Dungeon Tis of Thee by Li-Sin of Leafcull | My Olthoi Tis of Thee by Mominator |
| My dungeon tis of thee Sweet land of exp Fill me with glee[p]Land where the olthoi spawn Land where the monarchs yawn Where have our real lives gone OH GOD, it's 4 am | My olthoi purply velveteen monstrosity; how many sings?[p]Why would I want to keep it near me while I sleep? It gives me the creeps; it's time to sell. |
Now, to win one of these tomorrow you must write an Asheron's Call song to the tune of ABCDEFG/BahBah Black Sheep/Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. *giggles*