Because some of us love it as our favorite part of WoW.
Ode to the Mythic Plus Timer
Through corridors of ancient stone we race,
Five hearts beating fast as one,
Voices weaving through Discord’s embrace,
Each pull planned, each second won.
Like dancers in a deadly ballet,
We surge through waves of foes,
While numbers count our time away,
And determination grows.
Sweet victory lies just ahead—
Six percent! Two minutes spare!
“We’ve got this,” someone said,
As magic crackles through the air.
Remember when we thought all lost,
Yet pressed on, stubborn, wild?
How sweet that win, how worth the cost,
When timer’s end beguiled.
Each key ascending brings new heights,
New challenges to weather.
Through fifteen, twenty, sleepless nights,
We push ourselves together.
Without your urgency, dear timer,
Our steps might lazy grow.
You make each warrior a climber,
Each mage a rushing flow.
In you we find our perfect pace,
The challenge meant for me—
For some plus-five’s a warming grace,
While others dance plus-three.
So here’s to chances boldly taken,
To interrupts not missed,
To battle-spirits never shaken,
When timer’s numbers twist.
For in these rushed and breathless hours,
These moments sweet and tense,
We find our truest gaming powers,
And friendship most intense.