Sung to the tune of "Where, oh Where are you tonight?" From the HeeHaw TV show of ... a while back
I searched the arena for bad guys and newbies,
full-auto-wep-climb in my ueber ride.
I swoop down for E-fights, I'm boomin' and zoomin',
All of a sudden, I'm losin' my hide.
Where, oh where did that con go?
How could he leave me here all alone?
I turned and I twisted and I thought I'd evaded,
He was a niki, and pffft I was gone.
I upped from a backfield and grabbed all I co-uld,
25k ain't no-one up here,
Red dots all over, but I sure can't see 'em,
Tracer-ping-smash-ping, triple-Enter I should.
If it weren't for prox kills, I'd have no kills at all,
Vulchin's my style, and gamin's my game,
Netstats and framerates are my explanations,
My ride is porked, so I always stall.
