Editing Grimdark Songwriting (section)

===Henry the Fifth, Act III Scene I===

Once more unto the boards, Anon, once more,<br/>
Or close the wall up with our Neckbeard dead!<br/>
In-game there's nothing so becomes a man<br/>
As massive fatness and huge faggotry;<br/>
But when the /b/last of war brings in the cancer,<br/>
Then imitate the action of the fatguy;<br/>
Quote from the rulebooks, summon up the fluff,<br/>
Disguise fat nature with hard-favour'd RAAAAGE;<br/>
Then lend the one a terrible aspect;<br/>
Let it stare until PCs are all dead<br/>
Like the foul bodak; let the brow o'erwhelm it<br/>
As fearfully as does a tiefling’s horn<br/>
Add two charisma to his contorted face,<br/>
Swirl'd in the wild and wasteful fourth-ed.<br/>
Now roll the bones and sketch the portraits wide,<br/>
Dream hard of breasts, that bend up every ‘spirit’<br/>
To his full height. On, on, you beardyest fatguys,<br/>
Whose blood is fet from fathers of thin-proof!<br/>
Fathers that, like so many useless tripfags,<br/>
Have in these parts from morn till even raged,<br/>
And saged their threads for lack of argument.<br/>
Fap not to your mothers; now attest<br/>
That those whom you call'd fatguys did beget you.<br/>
Be copy now to men of better games,<br/>
And show them how you roll. And you, warmachine,<br/>
Whose limbs are made of pewter, show us here<br/>
The metal of your minis; let us swear<br/>
That they are worth their pricetag, which I doubt much;<br/>
For I see most of you so mean and base,<br/>
That hath not showered since last Petertide.<br/>
I see you field warhounds in Apocalypse,<br/>
Standing upon their foes. The game's been lost!<br/>
Follow your spirits, and upon this board<br/>
Cry, "Rage at Vampire! Magic! And Fourth Ed!"<br/>