A Sorceress from ‘one oh nine'… a Cold and Nova lass,
Was built to farm for magic gear… a hoard she did amass.
She did these runs to the extreme… a skill that she displayed,
xTreme_m-f-er she was called… ‘twas named for how she played.

She farmed for Barbs, she farmed for Zons… the gear then put to use,
Indeed proficient was the Sorc… amount of gear profuse.
Then came the patch and still xTreme, could fairly hold her own,
The gear she had so good in fact… it's loss we would bemoan.

Tal Rasha's set she wore complete… a Stormshield on her arm,
Combined with her Defensive Merc… small chance she'd come to harm.
She persevered with MF runs… in fact she did quite fine,
With every run came E-X-P… till she was 89.

But then there came that fateful day… when Fate she would attract,
A Council run before old Meph… alas she'd be bushwhacked.
Fate waves a hand and time stands still… at least for Sorc and Merc,
But not for those of Travincal… they fell her with a smirk.

Her name described just how she lived… and how the lass was slain,
Extreme indeed the method used… and one that we disdain.
Now purple banners line the street, to honor Sorc and gear,
They welcome home a heroine… a girl that they hold dear.
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- Russtovich from ABforums.