"Blood-drops on kynacs and whiskers on Cloudlords,
bright golden helmets and dank secret wraith-hoards,
Secret societies and horses with wings,
these are a few of my favorite things.
A girl in black leather with black knife that slashes,
snowflakes that stay on my sword and foe's ashes,
silver white winters that melt into springs,
these are a few of my favorite things.
When the skills bore, and NPC pain brings,
when I'm feeling sad,
I simply remember my favorite things,
and then I don't feel so bad."
I think I'm becoming delusional...