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Olympus Firing Squad is recruiting!

Come join the ranks of our elite forces who comprise the carefully crafted World Boss-killing weapon wielded by the King of OLYMPUS, @Asmongold

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Music "The Lay of the Bear Skynning Expedition" by Chudwick McRagemax

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@Asmongold OLYMPUS FIRING SQUAD! FOR THE KING!

[Barles Chronson OFS @BarlesOFS]

Olympus Firing Squad is recruiting!

Come join the ranks of our elite forces who comprise the carefully crafted World Boss-killing weapon wielded by the King of OLYMPUS, @Asmongold

HUNTERS ONLY

Music "The Lay of the Bear Skynning Expedition" by Chudwick McRagemax

[Barles Chronson OFS @BarlesOFS]

The Lay of the Bear Skynning Expedition

By Chudwick McRagemax

[Intro]
Hark ye now, ye wanderers of the shadowed halls, Gather round the fire where the purple hooded dwarves stand tall. A fellowship of bold knaves, the Olympus Firing Squad, Skinning bears for gleaming gold beneath the starry rod.

[Verse 1]
In the misty vales of Olympus where the bold ones dwell, King Asmon sits enthroned, the mightiest of the swell. He raises high his purple hooded dwarf with regal flair, And bids the squad to gather, skinning bears without a care. Round and round they form the circle, hands in merry dance, Each purple hooded dwarf is gripped in rhythmic, hearty trance. For every stroke of skinning bears, the gold doth pile high, King Asmon laughs like thunder, “More gold or else we die!” [Chorus] Skinning bears, skinning bears, for the gold that brightly gleams! Olympus Firing Squad, fulfilling all our dreams! Purple hooded dwarves a-standing proud and free, King Asmon leads the charge—ho! Skin those bears with glee! Gold! Gold! The shining prize we seek, Circle of the squad, strong and never meek!

[Verse 2]
Lo, the first of the fellowship strokes with elven grace, His purple hooded dwarf a-throbbing in the sacred space. Next comes the stout companion, faster than the wind, Skinning bears so vigorously the very air is thinned. King Asmon watches closely, nodding with a kingly nod, “Faster, lads, the gold awaits—by the Valar and the rod!” Their hands move like the river, steady, strong, and true, Each purple hooded dwarf is tended till the gold breaks through.

[Chorus]
Skinning bears, skinning bears, for the gold that brightly gleams! Olympus Firing Squad, fulfilling all our dreams! Purple hooded dwarves a-standing proud and free, King Asmon leads the charge—ho! Skin those bears with glee! Gold! Gold! The shining prize we seek, Circle of the squad, strong and never meek!

[Verse 3 – The Expedition of Boomer]
But hark! There rose a valiant soul named Boomer, fierce and bold, Who claimed a greater quest than any tale of old. “To Southshore shall I journey,” quoth he with thunderous voice, “A land of peril, shadows deep, where lesser men lose choice!” Through tangled woods and haunted fens he led the daring band, Treacherous paths of thorn and mist that tested heart and hand. Yet even in that distant shore, beneath the pale moon’s glare, Boomer and his company did skin the bears with flair. Their purple hooded dwarves stood firm against the howling gale, While gold was promised for each stroke upon that perilous trail. Thus Boomer’s great and treacherous march brought glory to the squad, For even far in Southshore’s grasp, they served their golden god.

[Bridge]
In the twilight of the session, when the final stroke is nigh, King Asmon’s purple hooded dwarf points boldly to the sky. The squad unleashes all their might in one triumphant roar, Skinning bears in perfect unison upon the golden floor. The gold rains down like starlight from the heavens far above, Reward for every merry stroke, each act of fellowship and love.

[Final Chorus]
Skinning bears, skinning bears, for the gold that brightly gleams! Olympus Firing Squad, the keepers of the dreams! Purple hooded dwarves a-standing proud and free, Hail King Asmon, lord of all—skin those bears for thee! Gold! Gold! Forever shall it flow, In the circle of the squad where the merry warriors go!

[Outro]
Thus ends the lay of Asmon and his bold Olympus crew, Skinning bears for gold until the world is made anew. Remember well this tale, ye listeners far and near: The purple hooded dwarf and gold shall ever bring good cheer.