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The Gamer


He was born into a world of dragons and knights

with each monster slayed, his points rose by each fight

battle by battle his level grew more and more

glory in his eyes when he saw his score

day by day his lust for glory and points grew large

the same could be said for his armour in the forge

He wore silver mixed with black and gold linings

and would sometimes cover it with leather coatings

his weapon of choice were his many enchanted swords

it was because of them he won countless awards

he was praised by the NPC’s all around town for his bravery

for he had defeated the warlock and freed them from slavery

however his victory was cut short and he was now a rover

for he saw the credits roll and noticed it was game-over

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