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Ever get sick of the whole "which class beats which" BS you consistently hear about? Or are you a perpetrader of said foolishness? Either way, hear is a poem my friend Lansiron of Cerberus wrote on the whole topic. I loved it and thought I would share it with you all hear.
A young Warrior spoke with a Dark Knight one day,
Said he, "Can you tell me the truth of your way?"
"Indeed," said Sir Knight, "I'll show you the path,
of yelling and screaming and kicking some arse!"
"Believe not his lies," said a Dragoon, who approached,
"He claims to be fierce, but could not swat a roach!"
The Dark Knight was wroth, "How make you such claims,
when your wyvern but sparks when you call for a flame!"
The Dragoon, he glared, saying: "Speak ye not lies!
My spear strikes true, your scythe wildly flies!"
"Very well," said the Knight, "We shall see who is best,
draw your weapon, and let us fight to the death!"
The Dark Knight and Dragoon yelled a cry, and engaged;
as the Warrior watched, as the fierce battle raged.
Just then, a Samurai calmly strode forward;
and spoke with the Warrior, and showed him his sword.
"Know ye this," said the man, "Though they both speak bold claims,
The secret to victory is in the art of skillchains!"
"Nay!" Came a voice that was rich and commanding,
as a Paladin approached, and stopped, boldly standing.
"Hurting your foes, yea, there be some good in that,
but a true hero protects innocents at the drop of a hat!"
"A hat, say you?" Said a new voice from afar,
and an elder Warrior approached, bearing many a scar.
"Indeed," said the Paladin, who glared down his nose,
"and what do you know about facing your foes?"
"More than you, more than he," said the Warrior, glancing at the Dark Knight,
"You both can but specialize, I know all ways to fight!"
"A bold claim you are making!" The Paladin fumed,
"Draw your sword, and prepare for your doom!"
The Warrior drew not a sword, but a great battle-axe,
"Face your end!" screamed he, "You can't bear my attacks!"
And two battles did rage, and the young Warrior beheld,
no opponent would triumph, and neither would yield.
The Samurai, full of wisdom, drew himself away,
saying only, "only you know what you shall play."
And the young Warrior thought carefully over those words,
The spear or the scythe? The axe or the sword?
For in truth, none were better, and none was worse,
the truth lied within, and the player came first.
A young Warrior spoke with a Dark Knight one day,
Said he, "Can you tell me the truth of your way?"
"Indeed," said Sir Knight, "I'll show you the path,
of yelling and screaming and kicking some arse!"
"Believe not his lies," said a Dragoon, who approached,
"He claims to be fierce, but could not swat a roach!"
The Dark Knight was wroth, "How make you such claims,
when your wyvern but sparks when you call for a flame!"
The Dragoon, he glared, saying: "Speak ye not lies!
My spear strikes true, your scythe wildly flies!"
"Very well," said the Knight, "We shall see who is best,
draw your weapon, and let us fight to the death!"
The Dark Knight and Dragoon yelled a cry, and engaged;
as the Warrior watched, as the fierce battle raged.
Just then, a Samurai calmly strode forward;
and spoke with the Warrior, and showed him his sword.
"Know ye this," said the man, "Though they both speak bold claims,
The secret to victory is in the art of skillchains!"
"Nay!" Came a voice that was rich and commanding,
as a Paladin approached, and stopped, boldly standing.
"Hurting your foes, yea, there be some good in that,
but a true hero protects innocents at the drop of a hat!"
"A hat, say you?" Said a new voice from afar,
and an elder Warrior approached, bearing many a scar.
"Indeed," said the Paladin, who glared down his nose,
"and what do you know about facing your foes?"
"More than you, more than he," said the Warrior, glancing at the Dark Knight,
"You both can but specialize, I know all ways to fight!"
"A bold claim you are making!" The Paladin fumed,
"Draw your sword, and prepare for your doom!"
The Warrior drew not a sword, but a great battle-axe,
"Face your end!" screamed he, "You can't bear my attacks!"
And two battles did rage, and the young Warrior beheld,
no opponent would triumph, and neither would yield.
The Samurai, full of wisdom, drew himself away,
saying only, "only you know what you shall play."
And the young Warrior thought carefully over those words,
The spear or the scythe? The axe or the sword?
For in truth, none were better, and none was worse,
the truth lied within, and the player came first.
:p 
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