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Qui Devorat said:
But I wonder what happened,
The night after that.
Turning into another event,
That makes the other fall flat.
But we can't catch our breath,
Any time soon.
For the naughty present was opened,
And here comes the frost moon!
Along the horde of christmas abominations,
But we got an arena to match,
The ferocity of these creatures.
But me? I chose the pumpkin patch.
For along the halloween fruit,
I battle the ice queens,
out of the sky I shoot.
And here come the everscreams,
And the convoy of santanks.
But we continued to inflict,
High fatalities in the ranks.
Blowing them apart,
Like a high-pressured flimsy kettle.
And reducing the battalion of beasts,
To body parts and scrap metal.
And the morning marked,
The ending of the moon.
I felt a pang of sadness,
"Why does it have to end so soon?"
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OT : It was a fun event.
 
Let me tell you
A strange mystery
That still isn't solved
But happened to me.

I was making the world a better place
One body at a time
And one dropped a strange bag
Not ragged by the explosions, but fine
(I was using a Stynger, and an unreal one too
Just to kill them through and through
Sometimes better than a blade or lead
Because it kills those who don't stay dead.)

So as I carried it back to the giant tree
That was called my humble abode
Unaware of the contents, could of been a coin,
or the righteous motherlode.
So I sat down and examined the bag.
While loading into my shotgun,
another drum mag.

I picked the bag up
And examined the stuff inside
Hopefully it'll be something good
After all, why would it hide?
Pt 2 coming soon!
(Yeah it's poetic stories now I'm afraid lel)
 
Pt 2 is here!

I stuffed my hand into the strange bag
And feeling something in the depth.
Pulled it out slowly. Maybe a bomb?
I held my breath.
......

I took a sigh of relief
As my wait for the explosion
Was very brief
Considering it wasn't a bomb gladly
But something......strange......
Another adventure it seems for me.

It wasn't one of those novelties
(A pumpkin that could sing.)
But instead I had got my hands on
A rather unnerving painting.
I mounted it on my wall
But away from obvious sight
Not trusting it at all.
Something didn't feel right
About this particular portrait
Not in even a slight.

When I had time to look
At the damn thing properly
I had found out 'twas the Mechanic's face
On the canvas it be.
But if I stared at it too long
something would gradually blind me
Until I stopped looking in it's direction
And so, my sight would recover eventually.

I called the nurse, Holly, in here.
And I asked if she admired the picture
Which was near.
And when she looked
She screamed and fainted
Wasn't expecting that. Now I'm suspicious
That the picture's been tainted.
But I couldn't been my doing

For despite being otherworldly,
I couldn't corrupt anything,
The real culprit isn't me.
But it's time for a stakeout
For myself I will see.
Pt 3 next brah.
 
Pt 3 of the mystery!

As I lurked in the top of a large house
Using a pair of binoculars
To find this malevolent mouse
That's been terrorising
this horde of many a scaredy cat
And when I find them, I'll lay an ambush.
Then problem solved. That will be that.

But as I gaze down at the town's inhabiting horde
Some happy, some glum, some bored.
But the mechanic seemed to flinch away
When I shifted over at her direction to see
I think she saw me.
It seems to this Sherlock
That she's become secretive and shy
But the real question here is
"If so, why?"

But first lock away the picture
In a place no one can find it
Just so at the person who did this
I can give them a spiteful spit.
They want to hurt folk?
Let's see how they think
Of my little joke.

Pt 4 coming soon brah.
Sweg.
 
Pt 4 is here!

So as I calmly read the paper
Having made rid of
That fool's malign caper.
I hear a little something
From a townsfolk bunch
That reignites everything
And gives me a hunch.

I get my gun and head down
towards the mechanic's house
Time for a night in the town!
I kick down the mechanic's door
The place was derelict
"She doesn't live here anymore."
I heard the townsfolk say
Now I couldn't hold the main suspect
That's just made my day.

I look the house over for a hidden portal
To another dimension or a tomb.
Or anything that to these lands
Would spell untold doom.
But as I go to the basement,
I find news clippings on the nearby wall
About slaughter and black magic
And setting others up to fall.

How fortunate for her to move out
For if sooner these events followed
The time that she's living on
Would be borrowed.

Thank you for reading dis.
 
Qui Devorat said:
And so we gather our memories of him
Just because we prefer
To not forget our friend @Bucket o' Water
That glorious steel pail
Catches more tail
Than any of us combined
Such a sad fate
That the local priest resigned
And to get this over and done with
I hired a clown
To read the eulogy
But even he broke down.
Despite making it tragically hilarious
Because of a tragedy
Most nefarious.
And I smell burning
But we didn't plan a funeral pyre.....
OH GODS HELP ME,
THE HEARSE IS ON FIRE!!!
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Wait, I never got the tag for this…

And now I feel bad, I was never actually leaving TCF I just didn't have acces to it for a bit, I'm sorry that I made you go through the effort of making that. D:
 
I can't wait for the compendium
This one especially
If you're wondering what about I'm rambling
You just wait and see.
......
Oh fine you get a teaser
It's a poem and such
And thanks to @Artigit
Who helped the aesthetics much
So despite the fact
That I haven't got a label.
I thought: "It changes nothing."
And brought poems to the table.
 
Yeah,that lazy @Artigit .. #blameartigit​
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Pulling myself onto my computer seat
To tell those who think I'm out
That the mind is hard to defeat.
As sometimes you will find
the body is puppeteered by the mind
Instead of the other way round
With the body making mind unsound.
 
Here comes Arty himself
The caterpillar with a gun
The options in combat
Are a very buggy one.
So let's get things clear
If his money you want to fleece
Then beware your soul
For he has a piece.
So Samrux oughta give a line
To the caterpillar commander
One for all time
If I was him, I would have said
"Wiggle, wiggle, woo.
I'm coming for you.
*BANG!* you're dead.
 
Looky there everyone
It be the boogie shark
Not under your bed
But dancing for a lark.
Dancing with the plastic trees
In a decrepit car park.
For he was brought up
On the dance floor
And from his birth to his death
He wants to dance some more!
So a round of applause
For the big dancing fish
Poachers boogie to his beat
"Hunt him? That I never wish!"
 
Apparently this fisher king
Has become the fisher's carp
To be eaten and tossed
So I have to be sharp.

So let me tell tales
Of stories recent and old
Of happenings, some strange,
And adventures of the bold.


So as I was sitting
In my bar/profile page
A strange thing happened
The strangest of the age
@ppowersteef's girlie, Nageru
With a name and demeanour
Like she has the flu.
And Helena was there,
her face an angst pool
And an argument erupted
Over the sayings of a fool
But the damn confrontation
Didn't really get far
Ladies settle this outside
I say, my face so calm it was petrified
"As I've got an extra two shots
from behind the bar."

PT 1 complete.
STARRING: @Milt69466 and @ppowersteef (In spirit at the moment)
 
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Qui Devorat said:
Apparently this fisher king
Has become the fisher's carp
To be eaten and tossed
So I have to be sharp.

So let me tell tales
Of stories recent and old
Of happenings, some strange,
And adventures of the bold.


So as I was sitting
In my bar/profile page
A strange thing happened
The strangest of the age
@ppowersteef's girlie, Nargeru
With a name and demeanour
Like she has the flu.
And Helena was there,
her face an angst pool
And an argument erupted
Over the sayings of a fool
But the damn confrontation
Didn't really get far
Ladies settle this outside
I say, my face so calm it was petrified
"As I've got an extra two shots
from behind the bar."

PT 1 complete.
STARRING: @Milt69466 and @ppowersteef (In spirit at the moment)
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Beautiful,
I totally wasn't thinking about another poetry when i saw your requests open :p
And totally not about my ninja.
 
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