Qui Devorat's Poetic request bar.

Her name is Nyx, and she's quite dark. She loves nighttime (hence her name) and is also shy. She lives outdoors, and isn't very friendly to strangers
 
For @Mangle
Her name be Nyx
A goddess of the night
Riding with the shadows
Instead of announcing her might
Through a sickly slaughter
Which reddens the water
Of the nearby stream
But choosing to move gracefully
As if in a dream.
But in the day
She patrols the grass
The flora and wind comforting to her
Making sure none pass
Her nose
Because through it the air must flow
A rush of joy
When it comes to the day
She runs off and picks flowers
But she is stealthy in her stay
In the cold night hours.
Not very social she is
Make a compliment of her hair.
And all you will get
Is a nasty death glare.
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DestroyerArcher said:
I would like to request a story about The Destroyer.
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Fair enough. Who told you about my poetic presence? XD
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Infinity's End said:
A poem about Coding...
With Red in it--
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Your request has been noted.
And I will crack on with it shortly. :p
 
Qui Devorat said:
For @Mangle
Her name be Nyx
A goddess of the night
Riding with the shadows
Instead of announcing her might
Through a sickly slaughter
Which reddens the water
Of the nearby stream
But choosing to move gracefully
As if in a dream.
But in the day
She patrols the grass
The flora and wind comforting to her
Making sure none pass
Her nose
Because through it the air must flow
A rush of joy
When it comes to the day
She runs off and picks flowers
But she is stealthy in her stay
In the cold night hours.
Not very social she is
Make a compliment of her hair.
And all you will get
Is a nasty death glare.
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That
Was
:red:ing
Awesome
 
Qui Devorat said:
For @Shadow gamer

Look at him strut his funky stuff
Everyone would got tired by now
But he never has enough
He's the dancing rival
To dansen milt
But he can do his little tricks
Without drinks spilt.
Or holes burned in a dance floor
Because his dance hates friction more
So give this little banana a chance
And let him do his banana dance,
He got a job in Broadway
but they kicked him out
The guy had this to say
"No bananas you lout."
But sadness came to joy
In this latest ploy
As now TCF's given him a chance
To let him do his banana dance.
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That poem is just so beautiful!
 
@Infinity's End

There are many ways
To how Red got his powers
But the most logical iteration
Is that he spent hours
On a PC
Cracking computer codes
And creating information nodes
But took it slow
But fashioned many things
Some of which, we don't know.
But as time went on
His skills became strong
For firstly they were weak
And particularly meek
But you know that saying by Drake
"Starting from the bottom, now we here"
From the once normal computer newcomer
To a legend whose skills wrack coders with fear
And after a few years, Terraria was born,
And looks over it as a god,
He has practically sworn.
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Mangle said:
That
Was
:red:ing
Awesome
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Swag.
*Sees follow notification*
Welcome to the hall of the Lord of Poetry.
 
For @DestroyerArcher
Better get ready...
You hold your bow.
Better get steady.....
The perception of time takes it slow.
Then it comes.
After the sun.
Going on a rampage,
Ripping through walls in a rage
Better have a mage to increase your fire
Or the retaliatory broadside
Will leave you to drown in a laser quagmire
It won't stop till you're dead
And that's a fact
By now it's raised it's head for the kill
So if you want to live, brace for impact!
 
Qui Devorat said:
For @DestroyerArcher
Better get ready...
You hold your bow.
Better get steady.....
The perception of time takes it slow.
Then it comes.
After the sun.
Going on a rampage,
Ripping through walls in a rage
Better have a mage to increase your fire
Or the retaliatory broadside
Will leave you to drown in a laser quagmire
It won't stop till you're dead
And that's a fact
By now it's raised it's head for the kill
So if you want to live, brace for impact!
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Nice poem.
Sums up what happens to players fighting the Destroyer.
 
Commander Crocket said:
If you insist... I'd settle for the general request; one about myself, for the time being - if you please.
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As you wish
Here comes @Commander Crocket
So if you've got bad stuff to say to him
Put a sock in it!
For this commander is the best
Most elite soldier around
Anger him enough
And he'll kill you without a sound
For if you run into him in TF2
He'll put a crit rocket in you
If that doesn't make you die
Then he'll make it two!
Heavies übercharged or not
He'll blow away at least three
And nick the scout's line.
"BAM! I make it look easy."
And he does too.
For he'll collect all your heads
And scalp all but a few
Then hang em up
On his wall
Like a game of Pokemon
"Gotta catch em all!"
 
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