Lee Joseph

I read the MK3 strategy guide and I didn't own the game.
I read the MK3 strategy guide and I didn't own the game.
Illustration for article titled I wrote a sad Country song about a wizard.

Like most musical genres, Country music has changed. It use to be called ‘Country-Western’ music. Back then there was a type of song that was really just a poem, with music in the background, and the chorus was the only part where singing occurred. Well, I wrote a sad Country-Western song about a wizard.

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In the following song, the verses are spoken like a poem. When you get to the chorus just imagine the whiniest, saddest, ‘My dog just left me for my wife in my pick-up’ song you’ve ever heard.

One night, an old wizard walked in ignoring all. The music, the pool, he was there for last call. My bar wasn’t his first of the night but he didn’t seem to want a fight. I kept wiping the counter and waited for his call

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“What’ll it be?”, I asked him. “3 whiskeys and a blue potion.” he said. “Whoa, there friend. What you needin all that for?” His answer still rings in my head. 

Chorus: “One whiskey, for the year we were together. Two whiskeys for the fingers with rings. Three whiskeys for the years without her. Blue potion for the broken dreams.”

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Now I’d seen it before but never this bad. This mage was depressed lonely and sad. When a wizard turns to drinking blue potion I’ve only seen it turn out bad.

“Friend” I said, well meaning “Can I take you to a council or a meeting? Blue potion’s fer a fool! It won’t fill yer mana pool.” But he just looked at me with sad eyes a-pleading.

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Chorus: “One whiskey, for the year we were together. Two whiskeys for the fingers with rings. Three whiskeys for the years without her. Blue potion for the broken dreams. I just can’t go on without her, dungeon crawlin just don’t mean the same. Bartender just pour me the good stuff. Need somethin to dull all the pain”

Well, a man so distraught, whether magical or not, needs some comfort for his weary soul. So I filled up his drink, he tipped his glass in thanks, threw em back and turned to go.

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I couldn’t bare to see this adventurer so torn to shreds. Worse than any arrow to the knee or to the head. But there was nothin I could say, Had to let him go on his way, but I’ll never forget the words that he said.

Chorus: “One whiskey, for the year we were together. Two whiskeys for the fingers with rings. Three whiskeys for the years without her. Blue potion for the broken dreams.”

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