It’s Krizzlybear’s (the real life Kriz) birthday today…
Well my today, your tomorrow.
Whenever the 6th falls for you.
So I am hoping you can all help me out.
You see I am not so good with words… Oh I can spew hundreds, nay thousands of them into a blog post without any difficulty, however there is nothing pretty about it.
Therefore I need your help…
Write Krizzly some prose (I think that’s something like literary), or a Limerick, a haiku, or, I don’t know…
He’s one of those literary types.. so I know he loves it… something about Steam-Punk-Fu?
Any Fu is Good Foo?
So. write it in the comments below, so when Krizzly wakes up for his birthday, he’s got a big birthday card waiting for him.
Krizzlybear, Krizzlybear, Krizzlybear,
You change my days to happiness, from despair,
You stand up for Frost
So we know all is not lost,
Happy birthday to you Krizzlybear!
Gnomer and Out
PS: you know how I know it’s Krizzlybear’s birthday today?
I share the birthday with him.
Last year I pipped him with my post, so this year the post is just for him!
The major difference between Kriz & I (apart from separate hemispheres) is about 20 years… yet he looks so young!
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Krizz your a frost mage, and I hear that’s now the rage.
Of your frigid adventures I can’t wait to hear more.
Knowing that your short, I just hope your balls don’t stick to the floor.
Happy Birthday to both you gnomish bastards!
Gnomer and Krizzly, Sittin’ in a tree.
D-U-E-L-I-N-G!
First cast PoM, then cast Pyro.
Then cast Counterspell so you don’t die-oh!
(so what if that sucked, it’s the first thing that came to mind. bite me.)
Something a bit more serious then…
O CAPTAINS! my Captains! our fearful trip is done;
The Locks we’ve fought so very long, our souls they have not won;
Our ports are cast, our buffs are up, young mages all exulting,
While in Warlock eyes tears do rest, our honor points are climbing:
And O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck the Whorelock lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
O Captains! my Captains! wake up and check your spec;
Wake up-for you the truth awaits-at you the others watch;
For you strudels and mana gems-for you the sheep a-baaah’ing;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear magelords!
This arm about your shoulders;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve spec’d both Frost and Fire.
My Captains do not answer, true faith in specs that fail;
My captains do not feel my arm, they’re Frost and Fire still;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From Warlock corpse, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck with Arcane spec,
Counting raid boss kills.
A very sincere Happy Birthday to you both! Many happy returns!
I’m no good with words so…
Happy Birthday too youuuuu,
Happy Birthday tooooo youuuuuu!
Happy Biiiiiirthdaaaay dear krizzandgnomerrrrrr,
Happy Birthday toooooooo YOUUUUUUUU!
Hope it is/was/will be a good day for you both!
happy birthday to krizzly the caster!
for slinging frost spells there’s none faster!
your celebration will rock
– why not kill a few ‘locks?
ask gnomey: they’re easy to master.
PS – happy birthday to gnomeageddon, too. : )
PPS – Psynister, yours is epic. i gladly tip my chapeau to you, sir.
Thanks.
I apologize now to the easily offended, but I’ve been quite well behaved lately, and Gnomey did say a limerick.
There once was a gnome from IF
Who could kill with the smell of his breath
“yes, it’s most heinous”
“it smells like dwarf anus”
“but I prefer to use frostbolts instead”
Oh yeah…happy birfday!
I can’t think of anything even remotely literary OR funny, so I’ll just bid both of you a very Happy Birthday!
I was bravely aiming for a Limerick
but “conjure verse” didn’t make the trick
So I’ll let go of everything splendid and vain
It’s the thought that counts, even if it looks plain!
You’re specs are so wrong – but still you are mages
So let’s bring out a toast for my blog friends since ages!
Cheers Gnome and Kriz!
The Myth of the Tundra.
“There is a myth around, of a Gnome made of frost,
up in the Tundra, thought to be lost.
He appears, in the Darkest Hour,
weeping Warlocks he seeks to devour.
For starters he launches a big bolt of ice,
stunning and halting, you would think would suffice.
But he then follows with a howl and deep freeze,
His fingers of frost crackle in the breeze.
With a fist that runs like a curse defiled,
smashes the icicle, peices run wild.
The legend of Mages has again struck
beware the Krizzlybear, or your out of luck.”
Happy Happy Birthday to you Krizzly, and to Gnomeaggedon i wish you well.
A birthday poem to a mage from a warlock…
Done in stream of conscious
A birthday is here, did you know that Felzip, what is that you say, ahh krizzly and gnomeaggedon’s birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY to them may they decimate all who stand in their way and turn the souls of their victims into ornaments for the winter veil tree, what is that your whispering Juk’rath, the… they are what??, Mages, you got to be frickin’ kidding me, i just wished happy birthday to a mage, this is going to hurt my reputation, well one way to salvage it, may the last thing you see be a shadow bolt blasting you into a gnome meat pie for a warlock dinner, ah man i just give up
Well I don’t even know if Kriz is awake yet, but certainly am.
I gotta say I am pleasantly overwhelmed!
Thank you all (yes including you Locks with a sense of humor) for your birthday wishes!
You are making my birthday a blast in so many ways
Happy Birthday Gnome.
Have a great day both!