Mistwell
Crusty Old Meatwad
In my lobbying efforts to obtain our own d20 Modern forum (check out the Meta forum for details), I was encouraged to offer up some poetry. It was so lovely I thought I would offer a copy of it over here.
Please note I used a random love poem generator to make this. It lets you insert words (much like a mad-lib). I then tweaked the final product a bit for grammer and such, and this is what I ended up with:
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.
Have a great Christmas and New Year everyone, I am off to Hawaii for two weeks on a bit of R&R with the lovely girlfriend / future wife. By the way, we just found out we are going to have a baby, so you can attribute any heinous goofiness in this post to my finding out that news. Aloha!
Please note I used a random love poem generator to make this. It lets you insert words (much like a mad-lib). I then tweaked the final product a bit for grammer and such, and this is what I ended up with:
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.
Have a great Christmas and New Year everyone, I am off to Hawaii for two weeks on a bit of R&R with the lovely girlfriend / future wife. By the way, we just found out we are going to have a baby, so you can attribute any heinous goofiness in this post to my finding out that news. Aloha!
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