Ment to put this up earlier but whatever. Here it is. Names Ben. Yall can call me Grym, No I'm not a redneck. Yes, I like the southern dialect. The reason my stuff is in spoken word is because that's where it starts for me. This krap just rolls off my tongue and stains the paper. lol

Little story for yall, so sit down, grab some coco, and... well I got girlscout cookies. Tagalongs, yum.

Once upon a time, I was playing World of Warcraft. Tauren Warriors ftw. For those who don't know, its a mindlessly repetative game online with other people. You choose a ceratin class and race and play accordingly. An MMORPG if ya want to get technical.

I was playing my tauren warrior in Thunderbluff when someone came up to me.She asked me to help her hunt down one of the monsters nearby. Arra'chea, the mother kodo wanders the plains of Mulgore. So we both wandered around Mulgore together looking for this beast. Found her, killed her, and we kept in touch from then on.

Then later on I caught her right before she was about to quit. Apparently she got in a group and they had been giving her a hard time about doing a dungeon with her. Turns out the poor thing had overlooked a quest for some skills that would help her in dungeons, the defensive stance. I'll admit I did a few "XD" at her but it wasn't her fault. She made it to 20 very quick for a newbie.

So as time went on, I helped her out, we chatted, I gave her advice on how to play character. But one night, during the brewfest (bunch of dwarves trying to get us all drunk lol) she asked me on a little date to Silvermoon. I met her there, we got drunk, I dueled some folks, beat the hell outta some pink elephants that can only be seen with a virtual buzz, and finally sat down to enjoy a virtual hangover with her.

We chatted and well... I dont talk about myself so much, tad shy I'm afraid. I knew so much about her and had barely told her about myself. She just quizzed me down right there. I mentioned the fact I like poetry and shocked her to the bone. Apparently, I'm a rarity lol. So as a treat for her I wrote her a line... and several to follow. They in my gallery for yall to read.

We still chatting today and I have her to thank for my poetry. If it hadn't been for her I probably would of never put much into writing, let alone saving my work. My inspirartion, my confidence, these words, those memories, Thank you Ceedar. Hello Deviants.