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Qui Devorat
Terrarian
As you wish.
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Actually the God of Haikus apparently is @Dameon Love-Knight
You want the title? See if he'll go easy on you.
OreoFace
Eye of Cthulhu
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Moar poems.
I see the Dansen plague
Has arisen once more
Turning back the time
For any old and frail bore
For before they are afflicted
They're almost as dead as disco
But post-infection they now dance
To the beat of the dansen flow
So hear this, chaps old and new
You want to danse?
Then this virus is for you.
Danse, danse through the night
Danse until the morn'
They'll make a movie someday
The title: From danse till dawn.
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So after @darthmorf's period
Of being a fly on the wall
He sits back in his chair
Thinking he has it all
And then he falls of his seat
As he had an idea
The dansen virus in his vault
Which is also near.
So Darth's sly form opens up
His scientific Pandora's Box
And scans the shelves of potions
(One can give you socks)
And finds the vial containing it
Yet another scientific sin
So it's into the syringe
And then through his skin
We knew the plague will be back
But we didn't know when.
And now in his vault
He is dansen again.
I see the Dansen plague
Has arisen once more
Turning back the time
For any old and frail bore
For before they are afflicted
They're almost as dead as disco
But post-infection they now dance
To the beat of the dansen flow
So hear this, chaps old and new
You want to danse?
Then this virus is for you.
Danse, danse through the night
Danse until the morn'
They'll make a movie someday
The title: From danse till dawn.
--------------------
So after @darthmorf's period
Of being a fly on the wall
He sits back in his chair
Thinking he has it all
And then he falls of his seat
As he had an idea
The dansen virus in his vault
Which is also near.
So Darth's sly form opens up
His scientific Pandora's Box
And scans the shelves of potions
(One can give you socks)
And finds the vial containing it
Yet another scientific sin
So it's into the syringe
And then through his skin
We knew the plague will be back
But we didn't know when.
And now in his vault
He is dansen again.
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
And now Milt's joining in
He's feeling like hammertime
But instead of crushing people
And listening to them whine
He's now doing it to the beat
Which has got everybody dansen
Throughout this long street.
So there goes @Milt69466
The kicker to his tale
Is that Helena is too busy
To render his victims cold and stale.
Even @ppowersteef is affected
Or at least Nageru.
Dansen till her legs have melted
Into a painful asphalt stew.
And Steef himself has earmuffs
To be protected this time round
Otherwise he'll be stuck like Nageru
Calling for help but not making a sound.
The bad side of the plague
Is you can't choose where you're dansen
When it starts so stick to soft rugs
It comes to feet, don't be chancin'.
He's feeling like hammertime
But instead of crushing people
And listening to them whine
He's now doing it to the beat
Which has got everybody dansen
Throughout this long street.
So there goes @Milt69466
The kicker to his tale
Is that Helena is too busy
To render his victims cold and stale.
Even @ppowersteef is affected
Or at least Nageru.
Dansen till her legs have melted
Into a painful asphalt stew.
And Steef himself has earmuffs
To be protected this time round
Otherwise he'll be stuck like Nageru
Calling for help but not making a sound.
The bad side of the plague
Is you can't choose where you're dansen
When it starts so stick to soft rugs
It comes to feet, don't be chancin'.
ppowersteef
Paladin
I was bored, and had an art block today:
Side note: Earmuffs doesn't help enough.
Side note: Earmuffs doesn't help enough.
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Well I tried to be quiet and clinical about it when things got too rowdy when I won a chess game.
652Graystripe
Plantera
I don't know much about rhyming
But I consider this a poem.
But I consider this a poem.
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Spikes.
Bodies.
Blood.
Everywhere.
A battlefield.
A red flood.
Death.
Chaos.
Doom.
Destruction.
Fires
Will bloom.
Flames licking the dead
Like dogs wishing for their master
To wake.
Dark Skies
The weather
Of unholy make.
Terraria PVP
The aftermath.
A Pyrrhic success
Rage.
Vengeance.
Emotions confess.
Weapons.
Medical.
Restocked.
Ceasefire.
Taking advantage.
Attack blocked.
/YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS TO GET THE HANG OF IT.
I LOVE BEING CRYPTIC
Bodies.
Blood.
Everywhere.
A battlefield.
A red flood.
Death.
Chaos.
Doom.
Destruction.
Fires
Will bloom.
Flames licking the dead
Like dogs wishing for their master
To wake.
Dark Skies
The weather
Of unholy make.
Terraria PVP
The aftermath.
A Pyrrhic success
Rage.
Vengeance.
Emotions confess.
Weapons.
Medical.
Restocked.
Ceasefire.
Taking advantage.
Attack blocked.
/YOU HAVE TO THINK ABOUT THIS TO GET THE HANG OF IT.
I LOVE BEING CRYPTIC