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    WhiteWizardGirl

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    Also this thing that I wrote while RPing as a police officer in a crystal-spires-and-togas fantasy communist state (called Hallifax) in a MUD:

    Facet One - Sacrifice

    Stanza 11 12 13
    broken jagged shards
    scream through viscera to be
    rubies in the grass

    Stanza 13 16 19
    rubies in the grass
    bear bloody mute witness to
    the defense of state

    Stanza 17 18 19
    proper citizens
    do not await foes for
    the defense of state

    Stanza 11 14 17
    broken jagged shards
    may with harmony become
    proper citizens

    Facet Two - Obedience

    Stanza 11 21 31
    broken jagged shards
    care not that they were born of
    but a single flaw

    Stanza 13 23 33
    rubies in the grass
    thoughtlessly rejected by
    the unmindful swine

    Stanza 19 29 39
    the defense of state
    is not orchestrated by
    the vanishing self

    Stanza 17 27 37
    proper citizens
    honor and emulate
    the skillful servant

    Facet Three - Uniformity

    Stanza 31 32 33
    but a single flaw
    prevents from education
    the unmindful swine

    Stanza 33 36 39
    the unmindful swine
    comprehends nothing beyond
    the vanishing self

    Stanza 37 38 39
    the skillful servant
    neither regrets nor recalls
    the vanishing self

    Stanza 31 34 37
    but a single flaw
    differentiates still
    the skillful servant

    Facet Four - Valour

    Stanza 11 41 71
    broken jagged shards
    reveal in glistening wake
    a fountain of blood

    Stanza 13 43 73
    rubies in the grass
    plummet carelessly from
    the palette crimson

    Stanza 19 49 79
    the defense of state
    in its conduction creates
    beauteous weapons

    Stanza 17 47 77
    proper citizens
    see courage need not be a
    lonesome barricade

    Facet Five - Funebreal

    Stanza 25 55 85
    nimbii black with grief
    gladly dance the funebre
    down the mountainside

    Stanza 45 55 65
    gleaming conscript boots
    gladly dance the funebre
    with grim Atropos

    Stanza 54 55 56
    the sprays of our blood
    gladly dance the funebre
    in aeonic grasp

    Stanza 52 55 58
    lips gurgling triumph
    gladly dance the funebre
    with their final gasp

    Facet Six - Camaraderie

    Stanza 31 61 91
    but a single flaw
    is one fault too far upon
    our field of battle

    Stanza 33 63 93
    the unmindful swine
    mistakes grasping carnality
    with true love's caress

    Stanza 39 69 99
    the vanishing self
    is no less bright in light of
    shining Hallifax

    Stanza 37 67 97
    the skillful servant
    etches on her heart of hearts
    our unwritten story

    Facet Seven - Expertise

    Stanza 71 72 73
    a fountain of blood
    coats the silver brush upon
    the palette crimson

    Stanza 73 76 79
    the palette crimson
    is exhibition of our
    beauteous weapons

    Stanza 77 78 79
    lonesome barricade
    the gates of their hearts; ours are
    beauteous weapons

    Stanza 71 74 77
    a fountain of blood
    gilds the valiant walls of our
    lonesome barricade

    Facet Eight - Patriotism

    Stanza 71 81 91
    a fountain of blood
    speckles like brazen starlight
    our field of battle

    Stanza 73 83 93
    the palette crimson
    though triumphant, compares not
    with true love's caress

    Stanza 79 89 99
    beauteous weapons
    are those reflecting clearly
    shining Hallifax

    Stanza 77 87 97
    lonesome barricade
    cast thyself down bleak before
    our unwritten story

    Facet Nine - Idealism

    Stanza 91 92 93
    our field of battle
    is made worthy of struggle
    with true love's caress

    Stanza 93 96 99
    with true love's caress
    the heart stirs once more up toward
    shining Hallifax

    Stanza 97 98 99
    our unwritten story
    must tell the wondrous tale of
    shining Hallifax

    Stanza 91 94 97
    our field of battle
    drips red with the ink that pens
    our unwritten story
    Last edited by Grek; 2018-05-01 at 05:38 AM.

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    I can't get a job.
    I haven't got any skills.
    What am I good for?

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    A run of bad luck (and stupidity) in Mutant Year Zero led to me reaching for the third new character sheet in 5 weeks...

    My brain has got a sunroof,
    There’s a big hole in my head,
    And I need another character sheet,
    ‘Cos this one’s firkin dead!

    My skull’s been ventilated,
    By a nine mil parabellum,
    I’m bloody dead...again,
    With an op’n-air cerebellum.

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    Simpering I zimpering
    Throught long anticipated drought
    So the promised wet seaso
    Last edited by Tvtyrant; 2018-08-27 at 10:47 PM.

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    My joints pop and grind

    The woes of transformation

    A werewolf I become.
    We came to wreck everything, and ruin your life.....God sent us.

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    I made an omelet,
    Threw it in the toilet,
    Then read a book.
    I'm a bad cook.

    My any attempt at poetry can be considered bad, so..
    lol

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    Your hair is like a dresser.
    Mind obscuring true thought.
    You are no longer hidious.
    Sun sinked down below.


    I think it is bad enough so no need for more.

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    A The One Ring character retires

    We’ve ridden the wind with the Eagles
    We’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe
    We’ve stood on the shoulders of Erebor
    And wandered the tunnels beneath

    We’ve witnessed the anger of dragons
    The hate of a Ringwraith unmasked
    The courage of heroes, the light of the Noldor
    And done what an Istari asked

    You’ve journeyed to places of Shadow
    You’ve treated with princes and kings
    We’ve slain wicked spiders, encountered black riders
    And thwarted the Lord of the Rings

    We’ve stood side by side on the rampart
    And gazed on the en’my beneath
    We’ve gone toe to toe with a mighty troll foe
    And won us the champion’s wreath

    We’ve crossed and re-crossed the great Greenwood
    We’ve scaled the grey mountain heights
    Where arrow-storms rattle you’ve led men in battle
    ‘gainst Werewolves and orcs, and Wood Wights

    You’ve driven off Wiglund the Cruel
    Crossed swords with the dread Gibbet King
    You’ve been to the gates of Imladris
    And brought Oonah the Queen to her king.

    You’ve carried a pack for the weary
    You’ve sung songs of cheer by the fire
    With kindness and smiles you’ve shortened the miles
    We’ve trodden from here to the Shire.


    You’ve dealt with all men with great honour.
    And grieved for the fallen and lost.
    You’ve exposed the lies of the wicked ones spies
    And done right no matter the cost.


    But water and wind and the weather
    In time wear away even stone
    Hearth and hall call to the wandering soul
    And the path at long last turns for home.

    No more the trail and the campfire
    No bedroll out under the stars
    No frost bitten toes or blister shod woes,
    No soaked to the skin in rain showers

    Lay down the wearisome burden,
    Use all the things we have learned
    Go home to your life and your children and wife
    For yours is the rest that is earned
    Last edited by 2WheelsGood; 2019-08-18 at 03:48 PM.

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    Quote Originally Posted by 2WheelsGood View Post
    A The One Ring character retires

    We’ve ridden the wind with the Eagles
    We’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe
    We’ve stood on the shoulders of Erebor
    And wandered the tunnels beneath

    We’ve witnessed the anger of dragons
    The hate of a Ringwraith unmasked
    The courage of heroes, the light of the Noldor
    And done what an Istari asked

    You’ve journeyed to places of Shadow
    You’ve treated with princes and kings
    We’ve slain wicked spiders, encountered black riders
    And thwarted the Lord of the Rings

    We’ve stood side by side on the rampart
    And gazed on the en’my beneath
    We’ve gone toe to toe with a mighty troll foe
    And won us the champion’s wreath

    We’ve crossed and re-crossed the great Greenwood
    We’ve scaled the grey mountain heights
    Where arrow-storms rattle you’ve led men in battle
    ‘gainst Werewolves and orcs, and Wood Wights

    You’ve driven off Wiglund the Cruel
    Crossed swords with the dread Gibbet King
    You’ve been to the gates of Imladris
    And brought Oonah the Queen to her king.

    You’ve carried a pack for the weary
    You’ve sung songs of cheer by the fire
    With kindness and smiles you’ve shortened the miles
    We’ve trodden from here to the Shire.


    You’ve dealt with all men with great honour.
    And grieved for the fallen and lost.
    You’ve exposed the lies of the wicked ones spies
    And done right no matter the cost.


    But water and wind and the weather
    In time wear away even stone
    Hearth and hall call to the wandering soul
    And the path at long last turns for home.

    No more the trail and the campfire
    No bedroll out under the stars
    No frost bitten toes or blister shod woes,
    No soaked to the skin in rain showers

    Lay down the wearisome burden,
    Use all the things we have learned
    Go home to your life and your children and wife
    For yours is the rest that is earned
    I've recently discovered that game and I love it. Looks like you had a lot of fun.

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