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I should be paid by Privateer Press to make this post. Latley I have become obsessed with Warmachine and I figured I'd share a little about my new hobby. As many of my firends can attest: I am nerdy, I know, but being nerdy is fun. Warmachine is a game played with models and dice. On the nerd scale it ranks like this, from most nerdy to least: LARPing>D&D>WoW>Warhammer>Warmachine>Axis and Allies>Risk>Monopoly>Video Games>Foosball/Pool/Air Hockey>Outside(Where is that anyways? Can I roll dice there?) The models are made of metal and come unassembled. You put them together, paint them and then play on table-tops modelled to look like terrain

Ok, this is one of my better poems for a few reasons. 1) It actually follows a format (Iambic pentameter, rhyming couplets), 2) it tells a story, 3) I think it sounds good. Enjoy: Philanthropy Altruistic; flies flee, flies from ground fill’d Of Green growth spurt from wounded earth new till’d Debris removed, children sooth’d through tale Of Windy, mist, foam, surf, heroes set sail. Gutters emptied, plants treated and healed Animals fed from gentle hands, kneeled Upon dirt where seeds planted will rise up Into morning and into skies, cupped Hands bring the moisture to leaf and to root Reach into chimneys removing bla

There are times to be sad. Of that I can be certain. Times when life is calm, drowzy and dripping. Of lounging in langour, I cannot abide. Of sorrow, in sorrow, in writing I hide. The cripple, will see you, he'll call to you. To tell you, in thoughts simple, the truth. Quiet and homely, he'll explain life in small bites. Because everyone, anywhere can write about knives. There is not a single, being who living, can tell you truthly the've never been hurting. And collectively we scream, to the souless void, the abandon and bliss of the masses who hide. Behind screen names, and scarred lame they'll comfort and compliment, all the sil

Gliding, gently fall, mellow into substance. Billow the orchids in spring-mist wind. Tollerance beside temperance, beside tempered and fired. Kiss of a loved one; hug from a sister. Soundless assumptionless wind on your face. Creation and evolution, entwined in a fervor of realization and appreciation of shared ideals. Loving the line 'I am the wallrus.' Sifting through others' thoughts and holding them close. Acceptance, not exceptance, in abundance applies to all the children of grade school and higher. In action and thought upheld the ideals of wounds healed and revealed and succored and savoured as pieces of puzzles all bringing t

Bend and kiss her on the cheek Kneel and sit beside  her Lay a while, head in her lap Thinking always about her Living lonely can't be thought to be the best for anyone Love in itself may never be taught, but should be learned by everyone In the arts it can be seen, a melody of certainty The one thing of which all artists paint and write and sing A shift from introspection, to outward emotion is possible Unedniable in its many forms, it carries us and cares for us Sleep away the sleepless nights Be calm and bask in light of her Be exuberant, loud and deep Lifter her up and carry her

Entering a room of solid night Inching my way through scared delight. And creeping ever closer to the far off light. I can't bring myself to look away. Keeping the noise as quiet as whispered Secrets who gently flit in silence. On and away through the deadly cold. The blade of motion quickly forward. The room is dark, and highlighted gently. With flickering red now, the exit sign glowing. My movement, unnoticed in the reflection of ovens and stainless steel. My heart screams periodically. The gnashing of teeth and gruesome noises of the nearby fiends. The sound follows me, cripples me so I move as if a child, sneaking in the nigh

This is a remake, of a poem by s2poisonivys2, and I have included the original. Please tell me if i have butchered it and I will make amens by providing cookies to all those harmed. Original Lonely Princess: In the depths of the forest, In the midst of the mountains, Lives a princess, guarded and lonely On a tall tower awaiting her prince To come rescue her from her solitary Time passes; months, years and decades And her prince still has not arrived She counts every minute of the days Until her prince sweeps her off her feet With his very noble steed The poor princess becomes restless And the walls become increasingly higher She

Dragon By: Glynnis Morrison (BabyGryphon) New Version By: Daniel Moore (Bubble12345) The Original: I stand in a palace with columns of blood red And bases of shiny gold Endless stone walk ways surrounded by Red wood rails A dark green lawn lay before me Tall, proud Japanese maples stand at attendance At the center A gentle wind caresses my face and tickles The branches of the trees On the roof long, curved tiles line it like lizard scales At the top curving forms of dragons stand As if trapped in time by their gold cases I take slow tentative steps into the lawn Splash! I look left and see in the corner A large Buddha sta

The following is an interview, by WarmancerGames, of Talo Maia, fast-food restaurant employee, and ninja of the Kaimori clan. Q: When did you know you wanted to be a ninja. A: The second day on the job, here at MickeyDees, I was like, totally thinking, Like, it would be awesome if i could, like, not be here. Q: And so you applied to become a ninja? A: Basically, yeah...I just figured, hell, if Jaquie Chan can do it why not me? Q: Don't you mean Jackie Chan? A: No, Jaquie, shes my girlfriend. Q: I see. Is there any adivce you would offer to budding Ninjas. A: Watch out for those fucking pirates, creepy little bastards, with their parro