To Trog (Russian verse)

[defen]

Не очень рад своей фигуре,
На лужу направляя взор:
Плешив и вшив, в вонючей щкуре,
В руках ржавеющий топор.

Гляжу: в тени спригганы рыщут,
Все мозгляки и червяки.
Хотят растительную пищю,
Не замарать своей руки...

Да, я червяк, О Трог, мой боже,
Но стать могу великим вновь.
Про плешь никто не пискнет в рожу,
Когда на ней чужая кровь.

Горите ради света, книги.
Очки - для смерти и побед.
Долой, долой мои вериги!
Беру топор, ищу обед.

Топор да гнев да крик да злоба,
Плоть пополам и стали звон!
Я не боюсь кислот оклоба,
Как зажигалка мне дракон.

А если в угол загоняет
Коварный, гнусный супостат,
Мой бог великий выручает:
В бою поможет гневный брат.

О Трог, мой бог, кричу я гордо,
Я Зот ужасный покорил,
И кровь озерами пролил;
Сам Ад моей боится морды!
Прошу: с восхода до зари,
Ори: сорви, сожги, сожри!

[dassem]

That's pretty entertaining!
Did you write it yourself? If so, that's awesome!
I actually like the idea of having things in other languages in the game: With all these races, there is bound to be some lack of communication...

If you don't speak a particular language, then there's always the google translation:

  Code:

Not very happy with my figure,
Directing gaze at the puddle:
Bald and lousy, stinking in schkure,
In the hands of the rusting ax.

I looked: in the shadow of spriggany prowl,
All mozglyaki and worms.
Ready to plant pischyu,
Do not mess your hands ...

Yes, I am a worm, D Trog, my dear,
But I can be great again.
About baldness no pisknet in the face,
When someone else's blood on it.

Burn for light, and books.
Points - for death and victory.
Down, down with my chains!
I picked up an ax, looking for lunch.

Axe yes yes anger cry yes anger,
Flesh in half and began ringing!
I'm not afraid okloba acids,
As a lighter to me dragon.

And if the angle drives
Wicked, vile adversary,
My god the great rescues:
In the battle to help the angry brother.

About Trog, my God, I cry out proudly,
I'm terrible Zot subdued,
And the blood spilled lakes;
Hell itself is afraid of my muzzle!
I ask: from sunrise to sunset,
Ori: Grab, burn, sozhri!


[defen]

Yep, it's mine. For a slightly better English version than the autotranslation:

  Code:

I am not too happy with my figure
As I lower my gaze to a puddle:
Bald and lousy, clad in a stinking hide,
A rusting axe in my hands.

I see spriggans skulking in the shadows,
All brainy little worms,
Seeking their vegetarian food,
And avoiding sullying their hands (in melee).

Yes, I am a worm, O Trog, my god,
But I can become great again.
No one will utter a peep about baldness to one's face
When it is stained with others' blood.

Burn just for the light, o books,
Points are for death or victories*
Begone, begone my shackles!
I grab my axe, I seek my lunch.

Axe and rage and screams and hatred,
Flesh cut in half, the ring of steel!
I do not fear the oklob's acid,
A dragon is as a (cigarette) lighter to me.

And should I be cornered
By a treacherous, vile nemesis,
My great god will bail me out:
An enraged brother will assist me in battle.

O Trog, my god, I cry proudly,
I conquered the horrible Zot,
And spilled lakes of blood;
Hell itself fears my visage.
I beg, from sunrise till twilight,
Scream: Tear (off), burn, devour.


(the points line makes no sense in English. The word for reading glasses and points is the same in Russian)

[MyOtheHedgeFox]

Ghhahahaaaa!!! Incredible work. =)

[dassem]

Yep, it's mine. For a slightly better English version than the autotranslation:
No one will utter a peep about baldness to one's face
When it is stained with others' blood.

That's just great! I really enjoyed this.