A POEM OF GIGGLES THE GIGA

There once was a player level 100 or so

The morning of day 39 had a particular glow

Bow and arrow in his hand

He began to search this mysterious land

The he hand found it a Giga of level 8

This fight will determine his fate

There he was battling the beast

Then what happen was expected the least

Three raptors came along as the player bled

As the Giga ran the player put arrows in its head

The monster fainted as the raindrops formed a beat

The player killed Argies for their prime meat

Alas half an hour later the beast awoke

As the pressure caused the player to choke (metamorphicly)

By the time the prime began to rot

Player and beast begin to trot

Along to the base that is ‘cool’ some may say

Then the sun set on the day

-McDouble