Yeah, I made them. Should't be too hard to do.@Shadow @Zygomorph
I don't know which one of you guys made them, but if you wouldn't mind putting it into the form of a Pokémon Health Bar if you want to fix it.
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TheQuietBisharp
Official Terrarian
Yeah, it's a little small. Also, a level 5 Bisharp is impossible, but it might be to much to ask to tweak the HP and level.@TheQuietBisharp Here:. I can tweak the text if needed.
No, that would be fine.
Thank you, I appreciate it! This banner is awesome.
@Pixel
A frighteningly elaborate poem detailing the events of a wielder and his Terra Blade rampage laden with violence.
There once was a Terra Blade,
Resembled that of Wilson, Slade.
Used for death and dirty raid,
You bet your arses they were afraid.
Midst the battle a serenade.
Cut through mail or the lightest of brocade.
Slicing at enemies centre in the glade.
To save the princess behind castle,
Behind palisade.
Crafted by the other swords,
Dropped by other hordes,
Wielded by other lords.
In the background; Hallow chords.
Through and from the countless hoards.
The world his very own cutting board.
It wasn't till the end of night,
After taking that last bite.
That the sword wielder came down from flight.
Having set a town alight.
Sword struck him from an earlier fight.
The blood dripping was quite the sight,
Died and didn't last to see the light.
@The Magic Cookie A work elaborating on the carnage and wreckage resulting from an unfortunate encounter with a pink slime.
A Slimy Situation
Here I sit, my house in ruins and my arm in a brace
The result of a naughty slime that ventured into my place
Sit down, listen carefully, and you will see
Just how cunning those bouncy slimes can be
After a long day of roaming the treacherous land
I returned to my humble abode, house key in hand
Turning aside the wooden gate, I was given quite a fright
For a pink little slime sat in my chair, glowing in the absence of light
Upon my sighting of this curious little creature
It fled into the kitchen, searching for a tasty feature
As it hopped to and fro, I pursued it with a gleaming blade
But for all my efforts, it was still unafraid
With a jiggle and jump, towards me it flew
I prepared to cut the little troublemaker clean through
As if by magic, it sailed over my sword of death
And it ripped the furniture to shreds, not even stopping to take a breath
When I saw what the blob of evil had done
I decided it would be best to end its reign of tricks and fun
Drawing forth the might of the Terrarian world
The slime knew it was the end and in a ball it curled
I unleashed the forces of darkness and light
It was erased from existence, such was its plight
But as it died, it gave me one last surprise
A present to commemorate its glorious demise
It exploded, leaving a mound of steaming goo
The residue more toxic than the most potent brew
To this day, the jelly there still lies
A memorial of the pink slime's final cries
Here I sit, my house in ruins and my arm in a brace
The result of a naughty slime that ventured into my place
Sit down, listen carefully, and you will see
Just how cunning those bouncy slimes can be
After a long day of roaming the treacherous land
I returned to my humble abode, house key in hand
Turning aside the wooden gate, I was given quite a fright
For a pink little slime sat in my chair, glowing in the absence of light
Upon my sighting of this curious little creature
It fled into the kitchen, searching for a tasty feature
As it hopped to and fro, I pursued it with a gleaming blade
But for all my efforts, it was still unafraid
With a jiggle and jump, towards me it flew
I prepared to cut the little troublemaker clean through
As if by magic, it sailed over my sword of death
And it ripped the furniture to shreds, not even stopping to take a breath
When I saw what the blob of evil had done
I decided it would be best to end its reign of tricks and fun
Drawing forth the might of the Terrarian world
The slime knew it was the end and in a ball it curled
I unleashed the forces of darkness and light
It was erased from existence, such was its plight
But as it died, it gave me one last surprise
A present to commemorate its glorious demise
It exploded, leaving a mound of steaming goo
The residue more toxic than the most potent brew
To this day, the jelly there still lies
A memorial of the pink slime's final cries
@Teal Teal doing some duel action poetry this week. His first a poem of a near hypnotized entranced miner who dug too deep and the second of a greedy goblin.
He valiantly mined humble in his labor.
The taste of his riches to him he could not savor.
If only he'd slowed but he was eager and bold,
his determination saw him as he grew young to old.
Experienced and wise
he could picture his prize.
A devout minor slaving daily and often,
little was it known that it would drive him to a coffin.
'Twas glorious while it lasted, that mine.
His gems and ores filled with a luster and shine.
'Tis to be expected when one shan't stop the craze to mine.
One day he dug too deep,
into the realm where lava does seep.
This resulted in a cause to weep!
His continued aspiration to acquire his loot,
caused a sudden death without a scream, shout, or hoot.
It is rumored that his spirit still guards the depths of the cavernous tunnels.
Where the lava flows endlessly in infinite runnels.
It is advised you take caution when mining his caves.
He will slaughter you with the gold in which he bathes.
Don't make his mistake by being fueled by the craze.
Before your life slips away in a blinding haze.
Try and be careful and never cross the line,
'Tis to be expected when one shan't stop the drive to mine.
Remember this message and record it well,
Hs adventures in mining led this man to hell.
Don't follow his trail and don't stray from your goal.
Or you'll end up dead in the same exact hole.
You're death will be the fee, for this considerable fine.
'Tis go be expected when one shan't stop the desire to mine.
Trogem's Tinkering Tribulations
Trogem was a humble goblin doing his service to the hero,
Until one day he gave said hero a prefix that equated to zero.
In a fit of rage the player bound him and hung him from his house,
shouting "Get out, get out! You filthy goblin scum. What a louse!"
Trogem's recollection was great of that day.
His cheapskate tactics led to near dismay.
All of this mess just for some simple easy pay.
Filled with regret he headed back to the hero in despair.
The hero stated "I'll let you stay but just by a hair."
@TheQuietBisharpA monsterpedia type poem describing the Pigron anima and its tamer.
Lasso and whip
Equipped on the hip
Ready for pigron wrangling
A most difficult career, yet their meat tantalizing
Venture to the Snow Biome to encounter this beast
Find enough and you may have a feast
But still be careful, they can kill you at the very least
Use Blinkroot to subdue
Then wrangle it like you do
Corral them back home
Into your biosphere dome
Raise them like cattle
Then equip the saddle
For it's time to ride
For raising these guys is your pride
All over Terraria you traverse with your pigron
Not yet food, but one that pees in your lawn
A pet, quite simply, is what can be made of these creatures
Yet you must get past their awkward features
There's no moment that you can feel any higher
Into the sunset rides the daring pigron rider.
@Qui Devorat Qui Devorat continues his event theme in yet another poem detailing said events.
Hack.
*Smack*
God moding.
*whack*
The Heavens
Fighting the good fight.
The Underworld
Helping the deadly night.
Blood Moon
Proving to nocturnal beasts
To be to them a boon.
Solar Eclipse
The darkness revealed
Of the world's heart.
Beaten, broken, never healed.
Pumpkin Moon
Horrors that roam
For monster trees to scarecrows
Where do they come from?
No one really knows.
Frost Moon
Known as christmas joy
To the denizens of these fields
And to former ones a ploy
To give these lands a scrub
With a annihilating swarm
But it will be the fires of their wreckage
Keeping their killers warm.
Lunar Event
The climax to this adventure
An invasion of the fourth kind.
So woe to those who found now
To be a good time to unwind.
But knowing everyone here
They'll race against the clock
But as always grabbing it by the neck
And tossing it out the airlock.
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Thank you, 'Twas made with my gentle hands. Also I've got a little side edition this week for the Poetry pavilion. How was my miner poem, aside from the spelling and grammar errors?
Nutella Fairy
Skeletron Prime
How dare you teal, virtual ale selling is my thing!
Oh, my poem
Oh, my poem
Unicorn on a Stick
Have you heard of the most useful item?
A magical thing, all you do is ride'm!
I'll give you a clue, or perhaps two:
It doesn't shoot or sing or smell
you can obtain it in the opposite of hell!
Ok, i'll give you just one more.
This item drops from unicorns!
Have you heard of the most useful item?
A magical thing, all you do is ride'm!
I'll give you a clue, or perhaps two:
It doesn't shoot or sing or smell
you can obtain it in the opposite of hell!
Ok, i'll give you just one more.
This item drops from unicorns!
That was absolutely stellar, I'd like to thank you for taking me up on my offer. Mind if I highlight that? 'Twas really good.
Nutella Fairy
Skeletron Prime
I might be interested
Well if you send me a more lengthy sample of your works over a conversation, that would be great.I might be interested
Qui Devorat
Terrarian
Cooks.
Meth.
Descent.
Death.
The Supporters of the mighty
Group to chant and sing
"The king is dead.
Long Live the King."
School teacher
Chemist
Walter White
"To be missed."
Lung Cancer
A day not sunny
His final gift
No money
For his love
It being the coal
To start the engine
That destroys his soul.
And it began
Nobody to nightmare.
Surgery saving him.
Looking no worse for wear.
A formerly frail man
Mentally slim
Now "Heisenberg"
The king now him.
He realised the error
When on him it crashed down.
The king's revelation
While holding his broken crown.
One last job.
One last dance.
With a man called Jack
A game of skill and chance.
And so his opponent
He masterfully outplayed
With a trap that left Jack
quite fatally dismayed.
Freeing his best friend.
Making his ties to crime cease.
His stride to redemption done
Walter White dies in peace.
(Breaking Bad thingummyjig)
@Pax0l staple this up.
Meth.
Descent.
Death.
The Supporters of the mighty
Group to chant and sing
"The king is dead.
Long Live the King."
School teacher
Chemist
Walter White
"To be missed."
Lung Cancer
A day not sunny
His final gift
No money
For his love
It being the coal
To start the engine
That destroys his soul.
And it began
Nobody to nightmare.
Surgery saving him.
Looking no worse for wear.
A formerly frail man
Mentally slim
Now "Heisenberg"
The king now him.
He realised the error
When on him it crashed down.
The king's revelation
While holding his broken crown.
One last job.
One last dance.
With a man called Jack
A game of skill and chance.
And so his opponent
He masterfully outplayed
With a trap that left Jack
quite fatally dismayed.
Freeing his best friend.
Making his ties to crime cease.
His stride to redemption done
Walter White dies in peace.
(Breaking Bad thingummyjig)
@Pax0l staple this up.