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I hope big is an assist so this can happen!
I wrote a poem by way of eulogy to honor the end times which are surely upon us.
How 'bout Mac and Me?I need a movie to parody.
Space Camp? Fat Albert? So many possibilities.
@ Substitution , sorry I didn't get that request until I was done.
I'm listening to Gobi's Valley from Banjo-Kazooie...
For others:I'm listening to Gobi's Valley from Banjo-Kazooie...
That fits rather perfectly.
I wrote a poem by way of eulogy to honor the end times which are surely upon us. [spoiled]
Harbringers of the Great KO
I saw them riding in a dream, Hell-sent from a dark void,
Four Villagers with sickening smile as they rode atop gyroid.
Silently across the land, four soulless shadows swept,
So terrible was their malice that even the tanuki wept.
First rode familiar War upon the fearsome Lloid Rocket,
With apathy drew he the world's great evils from his pocket.
Then came Pestilence with wicked whispers of mortal dread,
Under her arm, the shovel that would bury the countless dead.
Behind her rode Famine with depraved darkness in her eyes,
She favored turnips, an ironic means of demise.
Last would come Death with his gyroid most pale,
Dragged he, an evil axe with which to part the ethereal veil.
Beneath them fell Town & City, birthplace of their damnation,
Then Skyloft and Battlefield and Final Destination.
New challengers arose, armed with cannon, sword and fist
But the ghastly force the Villagers wrought proved too much to resist
One by one, I watch as my heroes each gave their ultimate breath
Until all that stood between They and me was a swift and Sudden Death.
Tired, I had but one stock, and they each still had five,
And it was then, from thin air did a rainbow sphere arrive.
It floated gently but still the color drained from out my face,
For the villagers reached up and did the item they embrace.
What could I do? In fear, I sobbed and ran.
For as the smash ball disappeared, true Armageddon began.
- Ivysalt
Time