Allisewsaur's Isle (sung to the tune of the Gilligan's Isle)

Just sit right back
And you'll hear a tale,
A tale of a fateful trip
That started off from East Freeport,
Aboard this tiny ship.

The ship carried passengers to and fro
Its sails large and sure
Seven passengers set sail that day
On a cross O-O-T tour, a cross O-O-T tour.

The weather started getting rough
The tiny ship was tossed
If not for the magic of the fearless mates
SirensBane would be lost.
SirensBane would be lost.

The ship set ground on the shores of this
Uncharted desert isle
With a magician,
A cleric too,
A shadowknight and his pet,
a wood elf rogue,
An enchanter and a barb shaman,
Here on Allizewsaur's Isle!

- after -

Now this is the tale of our castaways,
They will die or they will Gate
And if they die they will zone back home,
After seeing LOADING, PLEASE WAIT

Then singing bards and necros
Will do their very best
To help the others find their corpses,
On this tropic island nest.

No inns! No stores!
No training halls,
Not a single luxury,
Like the trolls that live in the swamps of Grobb
It's primitive as can be.

So join on in but don't get lost,
You're sure to stay a while,
And get killed unexpectedly,
Here on Allizewsaur's Isle!