Guild Wars 2

You may talk o’ omnomberries
And your Sword so Legendary,
Getting’ dailies all along the Queensdale Train;
But when it comes to PvP
Well you know as well as me
That you’ll lick my bloomin’ boots in the Arena.
In the Mist’s dank, foggy clime,
Where I like to spend my time
Stabbing flags into your Midnight Fire cuirass,
I may trashtalk you in chat.
Dungeons taught you that “combat?”
‘Cause the only thing I do is PvP.

And it’s “P! V! P!”
The casual fighters flee from PvP!
Sure, our gold collection’s dire
An’ our rank ain’t getting’ higher
Since we maxed it out at Dragon. PvP!

The armor that I wear,
I guess you’d call it spare
As I have no fancy colors for to dye it,
An’ my blade is rather plain
Because forging is a pain
An’ I waste my time and mats when e’er I try it.
‘Stead of gath’ring karka shells
I’d rather go to hell;
I’ll take on Grenth in Niflhel or in Kyhlo,
Then I’ll mop ‘im on the floor
Beat him five hundred to four
—Though in Sky Hammer I hear that he’s a maestro.

And it’s “P! V! P!”
World v. World’s okay with me – still PvP.
My blue tag shows I’m Commander,
‘Cross the map I shall meander
While an army of three thousand follow me.

^ describes my life.