Note: This is a slightly modified version of a promo from 2009. Some of the names have been changed to reflect current BBs.
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Boredville gang that day:
Lyrically Speaking was nearly over, with but one game more to play.
First place Panic failed to show, and Melly left the hoard,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the Bored.
A straggling few logged on that morn. The rest it did appear,
Stayed far away from the LS thread, fingers fraught with fear.
They knew, when LB saw the list, he’d smile, boast and brag.
Now in third with one to play, the title was his to snag.
So Frank preceded LB, as did also BiT,
And the former got only one and the latter less than three;
The other players were all prepared to take it on the chin
For there seemed but little chance for LB not to win.
There was ease in LB’s manner as he opened up the thread;
There was pride in LB’s bearing, clear thoughts inside his head.
And when, responding to the jeers, he laughed the words away.
No BB on the Bored could doubt 'twas LB’s turn to play.
With fuzzy slippers on his feet from the comfort of his house.
All the BBs eyes were on him as he clicked upon the mouse;
LB needed two to win and merely one to tie;
Defiance showed on LB’s face, as he calmly hit reply.
And now the lyrics of ten great songs came hurtling to his screen,
Number one on Freeform Friday was a song he’d never seen
He mouthed the lyrics, hoping it would appear inside his head
"That ain't my style," said LB. Song number one was dead.
From the other BBs on the Bored, there came a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Kill him! Kill the Meister!" shouted someone in the thread;
And it’s likely they'd a-killed Elwood had not LB shaken his head.
With a smile of midwest charity, great LB’s visage shone;
He stilled the rising tumult; he bade LS go on;
He read the words for number two, and then for three and four.
But LB, he knew none of them and had zero for a score.
"I’ll Google it!" thought LB, but cheating was for fools;
He’d come this far without its help and ‘twas against the rules.
They saw his face grow stern and cold, they saw that he was pissed,
But BBs knew that LB couldn't blow the next six on the list.
The sneer is gone from LB’s lip, his eyes are still and sad;
He pounds with cruel violence his mouse upon the pad.
The last six lyrics are a blur, for the band he guesses ‘Yes’
And now the air is shattered by the force of LB’s guess.
Oh, somewhere on this favored Bored the sun is shining bright;
These songs are playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And some BBs are laughing, they watched the great one fall;
So there is no joy in Boredville
Spoiler
Mighty LB missed them all.
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