cRPG
cRPG => General Discussion => Topic started by: RobertOfDrugsley on October 30, 2013, 05:27:42 pm
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When the servers now are down
I will wear this little frown
And not a smile while I'm a clown
When I play on eu-one
I might have nothing else to do
And I'm a loser, it is true
Of what to game I have no clue
Can't play on eu-one
I tried some sports but no-one like
the way I bring my longest pike
I stabbed this n00b whose name was Mike
And then I had to run
Then I tried to knit some gear
Because I need to guard my rear
A waste of time, no damage here
reality's no fun
Then I tried the poet's trade
my pen is sharper than the blade
I stabbed this jerk, then felt his hate
when he chased me with a gun
So though this poem smells like poo
I don't have better things to do
except get wasted, that is true
and wait for eu-one
All of us in the same boat:
can't grind xp, idle mode
Tell TaleWorlds to go fuck a goat
While we wait for EU-one
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+1 would sing out loud again
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+1 Truly this echoes my feels. Why we has no cerpiga
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Hahah, this is actually great :lol:
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Looks like cRPG has to be down more often so people can show how creative they really are.Nice one sir.
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Mh, what would you say about this one here?
'This death! and peace, indeed, is here,
And ease from shame, and rest from fear.
There's nothing can dismarble now
The smoothness of that limpid brow.
But is a calm like this, in truth,
The crowning end of life and youth,
And when this boon rewards the dead,
Are all debts paid, has all been said?
And is the heart of youth so light,
Its step so firm, its eye so bright,
Because on its hot brow there blows
A wind of promise and repose
From the far grave, to which it goes;
Because it hath the hope to come,
One day, to harbour in the tomb?
Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one
For daylight, for the cheerful sun,
For feeling nerves and living breath
Youth dreams a bliss on this side death.
It dreams a rest, if not more deep,
More grateful than this marble sleep;
It hears a voice within it tell:
Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well.
'Tis all perhaps which man acquires,
But 'tis not what our youth desires.
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And here a poem for the my old friendchers under us. :lol:
Aiming at the mark that caught my eye
Sending my arrow up in the sky
Shimmering in the sunset as it went
Deadly will it be as I intend
Seeing down the endless pass
When my arrow drops at last
Plunging out of the air to the ground beneath
Only to make sure the mark will not leave
The arrow so fast the mark so slow
Piercing it in a destructive blow
The mark standing still, in choice
Death is upon me said his voice
Closing his eyes weary of the flight
And saw the day turns into night
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There once was a man from nantucket
Who saw cRPG was down and said fuckit
He joined native instead
and got shot in the head
because he just couldnt duckit
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we need a proper crpg poem thread :P
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we need a proper crpg poem thread :P
Indeed! If not an entire pøetrü sub board!