A dota 2 poemI am your player 2.
I’ll do whatever you Team Speak me to do.
I am your healer.
Your TP Scroll stealer.
I am your support.
You just need to hold down the fort.
I am your courier buyer.
I’ll even make it a flyer!
I am your ancient stacker.
So don’t become a slacker!
I’ll make sure you get fed.
Just make sure our whole team isn’t dead!
The DoTA 2 Diaries: Forbidden Love A cool breath of wind caressed the torn landscape as the endless battle for the Ancients raged on. Towers fell as quickly as the heroes, both sides pushing desperately to achieve victory before they sustained more unneeded causalities. Eventually, a large explosion caused the ground to shake. The Dire had just lost their Ancient. Soon, an eerie calm fell over the map as both sides enlisted new heroes to aid them and mourned those lost. It was so quiet, in fact, that the hushed voices coming from inside a large patch of bushes were almost audible to anyone passing by the river in the center of the map.
“Zeus, why must our love be forbidden?” Drow Ranger whispered mournfully, lowering her hood. “We both serve the Radiant and fight for its glory!”
“Drow, I’m sorry,” Zeus responded, his wavering voice betraying his confident exterior. “But… You’re just too OP! I can’t love someone who can cause 1,
The DoTA2 Diaries: Typical Pub Game
The grass crunched noisily beneath Crystal Maiden’s boots as she sprinted for her team’s tier-two middle tower. Her breath, always visible as a thin mist, was lost behind her as she ran, desperate to reach the tower in time. All five of the enemy heroes were attacking it, dodging and weaving through its sporadic bolts of magic. She stopped to catch her breath as she reached the Radiant team’s barracks, still under the watchful eye of their base tower. Crystal Maiden watched helplessly as the enemy team tore through the tier-two tower and creep wave alike, hungry for victory.
Quickly, she began to formulate a plan, her eyes darting back and forth. The enemy team had more gold and much higher levels than them (their weakest hero was a Level 20 Dazzle), but that didn’t mean that they were out of the fight. If she, Level 16 and equipped with an Aghanim’s Scepter, could enter the enemy horde undetected and activate her ultimate attack
Sniper X Anti-Mage Sure, they say tension brews on a battlefield, but nothing like the tension me and my comarade, the lovely Anti-Mage, shared.
It was a hard battle against The Dire we had fought that night, and the entire team was tired. Most everyone decided to sleep early, excluding me and Anti-Mage. I still hadn't learned the man's name-- but I'm afraid no one actually knows it.
I looked down at the ground, lit only by a dim campfire, afraid to meet Anti-Mage's eyes. He was such a beautiful man, and I adored him. I wanted to join him in some sort of embrace, the most everlasting one I could find with him.
I looked up, fearing that looking down made me look weak to my love, and sure as shootin', he looked me in the eye the minute I raised my head. Our eyes, they met. His eyes... those eyes. Words don't describe the beauty. Those purple voids of beauty bored into my weak soul as we stared into one another. I loved him, oh yes I did, him and his b
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