Time for a d20 modern board
Mistwell
Crusty Old Meatwad (he/him)
I'm not very good at poetry, so I used a random love poem generator that lets you insert some of your own words, with a few tweaks at the end. It isn't pretty:
Your skin glows like the K-Rations in my briefcase on a warm summer day, blossoms run red as the blood in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cantankerous voice and leaps like an Abrams Tank at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on great Huey Chopper wings.
I am comforted by your Tactical Vest that I carry into the twilight of the were-wolf triggering moonbeams and hold next to the non-lethal damage on my Head.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pain from that grenade wound.
As my surgery kit falls from my Ghille suit, it reminds me of your double tap tactics.
In the quiet, I listen for the last BOOM of the day.
My incapacitated legs leap to my mastercraft army boots. I wait in the moonlight for your satellite phone secret coded message so that we may party as one, leg to leg, in search of the magnificent green biological weapon of mass destruction.
The end. So sad.
And here is the dance:
Your skin glows like the K-Rations in my briefcase on a warm summer day, blossoms run red as the blood in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cantankerous voice and leaps like an Abrams Tank at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on great Huey Chopper wings.
I am comforted by your Tactical Vest that I carry into the twilight of the were-wolf triggering moonbeams and hold next to the non-lethal damage on my Head.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of pain from that grenade wound.
As my surgery kit falls from my Ghille suit, it reminds me of your double tap tactics.
In the quiet, I listen for the last BOOM of the day.
My incapacitated legs leap to my mastercraft army boots. I wait in the moonlight for your satellite phone secret coded message so that we may party as one, leg to leg, in search of the magnificent green biological weapon of mass destruction.
The end. So sad.
And here is the dance:
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