"Honour"

[Dixie Ros?]

 YOU are wrong. Vermin have honor. And feelings.


Can't you see past goodbeast cries
Of vermin spottings, vermin lies?
Can't you look into our eyes?
We have paws that block, and eyes that cry.

Can't you see that we have feelings,
Just as, if not more than you?
By death, do you wonder who you sent reeling
Because your arrow flew strait and true?

Who's father did you slay
In your plentifull killing day?
Who's mother did you hurt
While for vermin, you're alert?

Who's daughter, who's son,
With Dark Forest became one
Because of your bloodsport?
I feel you'll have a rude retort.

All vermin aren't the same.
You kill us all with your bloodgame.
You think it brings you honor, fame.
It really should bring you shame.

Despair and begging, in our eyes,
We'd nothing to do with goodbeast lies,
And now our baby child cries
Because a father's slain. He dies.

Why don't you look down from the skies,
Gaze into our vermin eyes,
Look past the goodbeast lies,
Gaze into a vermin's eyes.  



Okay, so I'm mushy. But you're so wrong. So very wrong.

Edit: I'll explain later.  You'll see.

[caedo caelestis]

 Your all nuts.

[The Beatles]

 Dixie, maybe, not me.

You'll find Raine was wrong. At first it appears you don't need honor, but the playing field is human, and teamwork needs some honor. You will generally find honorable and skillful players easily trumping dishonorable and skillful players.

Someone has yet to respond validly to that argument.

[Blackeyes]

 Do you think anybody will? And why didn't he shwo up for the anniversary?