Oh, mighty plans! Oh quests unstarted!
A shopping list was bravely charted.
Three hours passed in cautious prep,
No monster seen. No daring step.
We fought no foe, we solved no riddle—
But damn, we argued gear per middle.
The DM sighed, his fingers drummed—
"The dragon’s dead. Bureaucracy won."
So here's a toast to all our kind,
Who plan too hard and fall behind—
For though we march with blades and flame,
We min-max more than we maim.
Let this remind you, friends and crew,
That goblins don’t care what boots are new.
So next time fate rolls out her thread,
Let’s stab first—and rules-lawyer dead.
