So about the Fallen Comrades

Since nobody cares about this boring shit, I've decided to do Fallen Comrades


...IN limmerick form! This has BETTER be appreciated as an ENORMOUS amount of work has been put into this failure.



There once was an ORG named “Stranded”
Where everyone played underhanded
With a host named Jeff Probst
Tried to screw at a cost
All the players he actively hated

Jimmy T was the guy to fall first
He was seriously the fucking worst
‘Cause he couldn’t just bother
To speak with some-other –
I don’t think that we even conversed

On the other tribe Brook got the boot
I could honestly not give a hoot
But I’ll finish this verse
Since it’s gonna get worse
‘Cause I rhyme like a handicapped brute

Oh, and I think that I forgot Jane
But who cares since she’s fucking insane
Posting re-tarded shit
I just wish she would quit
But I know that my words are in vain

Erica, back out our tribe
Was giving off a really-bitch vibe
So we voted her out
As she started to shout
Random shit I don’t care to describe

Fucking Jeff then created a swap
When I was right there at the top
He’s a one a giant dick
Who deserves a good kick
Oh, and Fabio had to get dropped

Then, of course, my dear partner John
Tried to use everyone as a pawn
But his stupid-ass schemes
Got shut-down by the team
He was out – and I had to move on

But, the three that I used to trust
Had developed a sense of distrust
So then I was kicked-off
All I got was a scoff
So go all fuck themselves now, they must.

I was kicked-off right before merge
Where the best of the best must converge
But I couldn’t care less
Since I had to suppress
My most darkest and murderous urge

As I said I could now give less fucks
Than number of high IQ ducks
So I couldn’t much vex
Of what has happened next
But I can tell that this Final 3 sucks.

Holy fuck this is amazing. I haven't even read it yet.