No rhyme. No po'em. I've grown...anxious.
My last attempts at a kill were stifled. My current attempt at a kill was...stifled.
I kill all Horsemen: Smeagollum, thonnas7, Fingolfinfinwe, veBu.
I kill all Rangers:
Gate Troll, Agent Drake, Anautikus.
And I kill all Neekerbreekers...too many to name, but I suppose some will return from the dead with a few more posts, n'est-ce pas?
A short riddle leading you to my next kill:
I am as cold as death, but ever breathing.
Never thirsty, but ever drinking.
Covered in mail, but never clinking.
Cheers, gentlemen.