Torbjorn: An Ode To My Stumpy Swedish Friend
Once upon a time was a man named Torbjorn;
In a country called Sweden this man was Torbborn.
A beard in two braids he proudly Torbworn;
Bad guys facing his turret have felt his Torbscorn.
Standing next to his turret, or away, I’m Torbtorn,
As if both were to die, I would sadly Torbmourn.
Back to exact revenge, I would be Torbsworn;
To bask in his glory, is a party Torbhorn.
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Yes, you just read that. Cheers, friends!
Categories: games
Rebekah Lang 
Torbmourn awwwwwww
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:)
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I really can’t wait to play the full game.
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BUT WHAT ABOUT MY POEM THOUGH?!
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Very creative and funny.
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Aw, thank you. The crazy things that come out of my brain in the wee hours of the morning…
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:)
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I was Torbswoon at your poem!
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Thank you! :)
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Delightful!!!
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Thank you! :)
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Absolutely loved this! Amazing as always ma’am. I don’t even play the game and I’m instantly in love with this little guy, all because of your poem :)
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Aww, thank you! And I hope you get a chance to play it sometime. It’s (mostly) great fun. :)
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