Victory, mothereffers!

On Spelunky: A Poem Edit

Who ventured deep in caves that creep
With spiders and undead?
Who rescued fair young maidens there
When lesser men had fled?

Who sought the gloom of mummies' tombs
And unearthed secrets old?
Who, armed with whip, gun at his hip,
Found the City of Gold?

'Twas Spelunker! 'Twas Spelunker!
The ancient legends tell;
'Twas Spelunker! 'Twas Spelunker!
Your game is hard as hell.

But darkness calls inside us all -
He felt his resolve falter.
Should helpless maid be saved, or laid
Upon an ebon altar?

She can't escape her grisly fate;
He mocks her mortal folly
And takes her soul in bloodied bowl -
A gift for Mother Kali.

'Tis Spelunker! 'Tis Spelunker!
His exploits made him rich.
'Tis Spelunker! 'Tis Spelunker!
A real son of a bitch.


My "contributions" Edit

Here are the articles I started:

You know, in case there's a quiz later or something. Also, I've recently become obsessed with uploading screencaps of everything. Let me know if this gets annoying, and I'll... well, I'll probably keep doing it, actually, but maybe I'll lay off adding obnoxious captions to them.


It's not likely, though.

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