Iron Will: standard (rank 1)
But he couldn’t be arsed.
That he was an outcast
Because of his past.
Cheerfully, he carried on.
Even when we were all gone.
Smiling from dusk till dawn.
That was when we decided
That his mirth was too misguided
And he must further be derided.
We asked a hired gun
To go have some fun
We had to end this one.
Psychic Vampire: superior (rank 2)
The assassin was one of the best.
Hire him, and he does the rest.
A bullet would ring through the runt’s chest.
But the sight of this ugly boy
With his ill-deserved sense of joy
Destroyed our neat little ploy.
The killer was so full of disgust
Collapsing to the ground like dust
Into his chest, his own knife thrust.
The boy went on without a clue
As the killer’s corpse turned blue.
Without a worry, the runt flew.
Bio Vampire: superior (rank 2)
He had vanquished the great killer
The man who we counted on as a pillar
But our story grows even chiller
The death seemed to greatly instill
In the boy, a sense of joy deeper still
Did he perhaps know of his little kill?
His smiles turned to a big laugh.
We spied on this disgusting pig calf
As he bounced up like a graph.
He touched the corpse that he found
Lying motionless, stinky on the ground
And danced about it, round and round.
Berserker: superior (rank 2)
His laughing reached such a craze
The fat runt was clearly in a daze
We saw glee on his wretched face.
So ends the tale of this revolting kid.
Goodbye to him, we needed to bid.
As he danced, and splashed and skid.
But of our plans, was he aware?
I asked my son but he could only stare.
For the runt had fixed upon us a glare.
This song might save you, dear friend.
Our own fates, we could never mend.
As the laughing runt led us to our end.