Founded for Great Justice, the Make-A-Marble foundation exists for us bored people to mangle the Unlimited Blade Works chant and try to be either funny, stupid and/or anything in between.
Now, let me start off...
Sir Samuel Vimes, Discworld.
The Heroic Spirit formed by the collective subconscious of the Murloc race.
Now, let me start off...
I am the Watchman of my city.
Sarcasm is my sword, and determination is my shield.
I have apprehended over a thousand criminals.
Unknown to sleep.
Nor known to rest.
Have fought monsters to bring law and order.
Yet, those hands now hold my son.
So, as I patrol, WHERE IS MY COW?
Sarcasm is my sword, and determination is my shield.
I have apprehended over a thousand criminals.
Unknown to sleep.
Nor known to rest.
Have fought monsters to bring law and order.
Yet, those hands now hold my son.
So, as I patrol, WHERE IS MY COW?
I am Terror of the Tides.
Scaly is my skin and bulbous my eyes.
I have devoured over a thousand warlocks.
Unknown to peace.
Nor known to loneliness.
Have fought many adventurers to fill my belly.
Yet, my race will never know peace.
So, as I pray, UNLIMITED MURLOC SPAWN!
Scaly is my skin and bulbous my eyes.
I have devoured over a thousand warlocks.
Unknown to peace.
Nor known to loneliness.
Have fought many adventurers to fill my belly.
Yet, my race will never know peace.
So, as I pray, UNLIMITED MURLOC SPAWN!