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On Fel Dranghyr I have a large city
And I think that it looks very pretty
But attackers beware,
you will find if you dare
My defense it is really quite gritty
When building your marvellous city
your work is distractingly pretty
but production is slow
and your stocks are so low
that the going is hard - what a pity!
A player, who found they had blundered,
Remarked "I have frequently wondered,
Is Passive Resistance
Sufficient defence
Against being repeatedly plundered?"
You all have seen a brave spearfigher, -
Through times he stands no matter laughter.
And there he goes at field again
At knights and tanks this faithful man
A lot indeed have seen a brave spearfigher!..
I have another one not for the competition.
Would like to know where I could post it.
There once was a king who started an empire
Prepared to do what his people desire
Now his work is praised
Some are just amazed
The empire was forged on hard work, gold, steel and fire
In Houndsmoor, plundering he did go
Showing no mercy, I’ll have you know
“It’s just part of the game!”
He was heard to exclaim
“I need goods to erect my Chateau.”
Then neighborhood change dealt him a blow
His rank went from high to extremely low
Now he too knows defeat
(Schadenfreuda is sweet)
It’s his Karma, and most apropos.
There once was a turnip called Tracey,
Who secretly was a bit racy.
So I offered to strip off,
She sad 'no I'll rip off
Your shorts with my teeth, cause you're tasty!'
I was loving the Summer Event,
Losing track of where all the time went,
Winning tickets from Greva,
Spinning wheel in a fever,
Sadly now all my tickets are spent.
Whilst wand’ring the forest of Fel
A ravenous lad sniffed a smell
He’d hoped for fine food
But then heard through the wood
Eighteen rogues – thus his meal went pell-mell
There once was a ruler from Dorn,
whose kingdom would only grow corn.
He had little sense,
when it came to defense,
so his cities were battered and worn.
There was a fair maiden from Langendorn
Who wasn’t sure when she was born
When pressed for details
She blushes and tells
“must be either evening, noon or the morn”
There was a young King from Cirgard
Who found all the quests had been too hard
The Summer Event
Had caused quite a dent
In the shape and the form of his keyboard.
"Forge of Empires" is the name of the game
So many immitators pretend to offer the same
As you work through the ages
Your Great Buildings build up their stages
And for all those who came all we dream of is "Forge" fame