Tattered and weary, yet standing tall,
my character sheet’s a chaotic scrawl.
Set out for glory, for treasure untold,
but somehow I’m stuck fetching turnips and gold…
The rogue keeps stealing, the wizard miscasts,
the fighter still thinks I can tank with no stats.
The cleric’s gone drinking, just left us to die,
and I’m back at respawn, just wondering why.
Yet still, we adventure, no matter the trial,
rolling the dice with a fool’s kind of smile.
For fate may be cruel, but one thing is dire—
when all’s said and done... Twisted Tower Dire!
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