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Post by Nuno on Aug 21, 2003 19:00:32 GMT -5
I would like to see your poetrys skills and I've decided to make a contest. The top 5 posters will choose the winner. The contest rules are simple: Post a poem concerning a rpg maker or any other rpg game or fantasy... I will give my try and give you the example:
"Lightning calls And dreams awaken Thoughts recall A place forsaken
Time stands still For someones pity Time waits still In the long lost city
The city is hidden As the Unknown place Long, lost, forbideen... The nowhere palace
Everyone fears No one speaks With hard large tears There, no one fits...
In another dimetion In another space, In the long lost city There is the Unknown Palace."
It may suck but you got the example, now, show me yours!
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Post by Thores on Aug 21, 2003 19:35:33 GMT -5
Blake told me to submit his poem. So I did. W00t.
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Post by The Patryn on Aug 22, 2003 4:47:00 GMT -5
(This poem is not 100% true to the game)
Day after day, He toiled away.
Brought energy, To you and me.
Then one day a secret woke, And thus the director was made to croak.
His friend Dess did make things worse, "He put the director in his hearse."
Far away he had to run, Fleeing with the setting sun.
He stole a car and off he went, While drivers shouted out "Get bent!"
And so he made his grand escape, Crashing as he hit the gate.
To Paradise, he did flee, Once Vago had fixed up his knee.
Once there he met a few new friends, Not all would make it to the end.
His first night he met Emily, And what a site she was to see.
She attempted suicide, And he did try to save her hide.
He hit his head, and for days, He felt himself inside a haze.
When he awoke, he was free, One of their society.
A job he chose, one of four, Though not laywer anymore.
He danced with her, they danced away, Her radio was locked away.
Trouble soon did come their way, The Agency got closer every day.
Soon they came, the hunt began, All were killed, every last man.
And so he got back to see, Paradise's misery.
They left the city, all were dead, Thoughts were reeling in his head.
They came across a lady old, She brought them in, out from the cold.
They spent the night, and she did see, All his precious memories.
A truth revealed, but more left hidden, All our heads are really spinnin'.
In the morning, through the cave, A dead end was all it gave.
Then it was the one he feared, So suddenly Kersh had appeared.
Memnosyme did steal his thoughts, Another truth, they had bought.
And so they began the trek through Surl, Kersh, as docile as a little girl.
When the other side they did see, They found what seemed a factory.
Separated they became, For our hero this was lame.
Kersh awoke on the inside, Stole Emily to be his bride.
Now, with the pieces set in place, Against time our man must race.
In the end we shall see, Who comes out triumphantly.
All the secrets will unfold, But not 'til Winter, so I'm told.
~ "Talan" by The Patryn
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Post by The One True Kefka on Aug 22, 2003 5:57:02 GMT -5
Uhm.. this actually IS part of my RPG (it doesn't have a serious storyline)... but it really doesn't sound like it. If it doesn't qualify, oh well; I wrote it before I read the rules ;D
GORGE! (a limerick)
Once there was a man named Andy; With writing tools he was handy; He jumped on a horse, a horse, of course, to go buy some sweet sweet candy.
Andy tossed candies away, full of vim; 'til Andy was full to the brim; and, oh how his tummy did ache, 'twas a big, big mistake, to toss his money away on a whim.
He learned a lesson that night; a valuable one, that's right; it's foolish and dumb, to stuff yourself numb, when you're better off eating light.
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Link
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Ya well, you know what? Go suck a lime.
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Post by Link on Aug 22, 2003 6:18:40 GMT -5
The wind blows The trees shake He listens to the voice The voice that only he can hear It leads him to his fate As he follows he learns About his past, future And his destiny He is the one to kill Dagoth Ur He is the one to Bring all the people together He is the Neverain ~Morrowind~By Link
I made it better.
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Post by Nuno on Aug 22, 2003 6:38:44 GMT -5
Lovelly! Lovelly keep them coming!!
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Post by Chickensoupcheese on Aug 22, 2003 11:57:18 GMT -5
Browsing through a sea of files, I came across the golden mile; I didn't realise, because at first The presentation was the worst.
I retrieved the package from the waters, And opened it to reveal the prize; Had I found what I was looking for, An immense power in disguise.
With this power I could create a world, Plant the flowers or send a whirl- Wind crashing down onto my people, From atop a towering steeple.
With this power a tale began, A tale of an audacious man, A hero who believed in freedom, Or at least that's what I told him.
But alas, the power could not be eternal, A sibling of mine came from my Hell; My world fell into its fiery pit; At least it was only 16-bit.
- by Chickensoupcheese
It is rather raw, but I prefer to keep things like that, unless they are in severe need of revision. It fits in with your requirements, although I'm not sure if it's what you were expecting (which is good, isn't it?). This is what you get from a chicken armed with coffee.
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Post by The Patryn on Aug 22, 2003 12:13:46 GMT -5
I did mine at 3 am, which proves that's the only time of day I can crank out even semi-decent stuff
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Post by Nuno on Aug 22, 2003 12:44:08 GMT -5
Keep them coming, keep them coming!
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Post by Laralon the Mad Looter on Aug 22, 2003 17:27:04 GMT -5
Autumn Thunderstorm By SharkieDaemon
Rain falls like the skies are mourning the wind howls in pain as red leaves scatter across the frosted grass
Lightning bright as the sun dances across the cold dead plain laughing and skipping amidst the chaos
The people huddle The candle stands tall in the window A beacon of hope for those inside
(This took about thirty seconds to write.)
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Post by The Patryn on Aug 24, 2003 3:37:31 GMT -5
Is there an actual deadline and or prize? If not, how is this a contest, and what evil plot are you stealing our beautiful poems for?
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Post by Nuno on Aug 31, 2003 15:55:44 GMT -5
The deadline is 31st September and I'm goin to put those poems on books in FF Unknown.
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Post by SickAndWretched on Aug 31, 2003 16:28:02 GMT -5
man.. I have tons of peoms.. but non of them have anything to do with games... grrr
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Post by Nuno on Aug 31, 2003 17:09:32 GMT -5
It isn't totally necessary to be part of a game. Choose your favorite and post it.
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Post by SickAndWretched on Aug 31, 2003 17:51:39 GMT -5
Oh Ok.. sweet..
"Wire Dolls" Looking down at a wire doll Watching the life being realized Thinking just how far I've come Knowing that it was just for fun
The smell of metal takes me away I can sense it on my lips Wondering just how far I've come Wondering if it was for fun
Standing now. Over my army, commanding my wire troops. Wanting not to rule the world. Wanting just a sweet realease.
Odd that I can not fight. Odd that I will not kill. Feeling just a plain sick awareness. Feeling a lost soul's blindness.
Army of wire dolls, have rebeled. Army of wire dolls, have broke the balance. Army of wire dolls, eat at my consciousness
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