A hero is needed now,
from the field and the plow,
some ancient prophecy there,
and as life is not fair,
A nameless is recruited,
considered best suited,
clean the cave,
you are so brave,
Satyrs raid the olive grove,
pirates hiding in a cove,
First weapon taken,
against the forsaken,
hordes of undead,
with a backstory sad,
and a mysterious origin,
probably one of a kin,
or a simple farmer guy,
talented and not shy,
the adventure begins,
against the lord of sins,
and his demon spawn,
rising after dawn,
Tristram Cathedral,
where it started all,
Devils crossing overrun,
where a grim situation begun,
Dungeon Siege,
is a long forgotten league,
In the lands of Aranna in fantasy,
besides the laser guns inside a tree,
It is a heroic call,
with a difficult goal,
Within the hack and slay,
you go your way,
through masses of enemies,
more and more power to release,
Boss after boss to dust,
in fun and bloodlust,
you grow remarkably,
for everyone to see,
Difficulties increased,
new DLC’s released,
to grow further more,
and we all know to the core,
There is no final boss fight,
even after you have done right,
the journey always goes on,
the days of ordinary long gone,
A one man army,
or a several people party,
together heroes for a night,
in the eternal fight.
After half a day of batteling in ancient greek Titan Quest and Diablo with people most dear to me I got inspired.
For all those nerds out there. If you do not know Dungeon Siege. Go out there, look for the elevator in the tree and get yourself a laser gun 😛
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