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10 
Lives the ANNOYING CROW, a peculiar sight.
With a femboy’s grace and a wicked delight,
He reviews all day and deep into night.
Over nine thousand games, he’s shared his view,
A connoisseur of blood, of lingerie too.
Adult games and gore, his passions laid bare,
But when you send him a message, be-ware!
For no matter how kindly, or thoughtful your plea,
The Crow only replies with a simple CAW to see.
No sentences form, no words to be found,
Just that CAW that echoes, profound and unbound.
A critique here and there, sharp as a knife,
But communication? It’s a one-word life.
But if you ask him for more or want to chat,
You’ll only hear CAW, and that’s where it’s at.
In a world of words, he’s a mystery clear,
A femboy, a gamer, with a call we all hear.
For though his tastes may not always align,
In the world of gaming, his voice is divine.