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The Official NeoGAF General Poetry Thread #8 Mirrors Edge

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Ashes

Banned
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The Official NeoGAF General Poetry Thread: Challenge #8
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Intro
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Welcome to the General Poetry Thread. If this is your first time, this is basically a two week competition thread open to anybody on NeoGaf; all credit goes to Zephyrfate for creating this off-shoot to the Creative Writing Challenge thread.
If you want to enter: read the rules, stick to the theme :)D), try the secondary objective, and vote! If you don't want to enter, you don't have to. Because you don't have to enter to vote, so just enjoy the poetry on offer, and if you think you can help or offer advice to a poet, feel free to comment or provide a critique.
If you're from the writing thread, remember that 1, our deadline is on a Friday, 2, we vote over the two following days till Sunday night, 3, you can enter two pieces in this thread. Cheers.

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Theme: Mirrors Edge / Games in general

Interpret this theme however you like. Whether it is just the inspirational starting point for your poem or entirely consistent to the theme is up to you.


Optional Secondary Objective: Rhymes :)

Yeah, so this is one of the most unappreciated forms of Poetry. Just write a poem with rhymes to complete the secondary objective. Speaking about Rhymes, I didn't realize that there was quite so many types of rhymes. See here...

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Poetry thread Rules version 1.2:
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1. This thread is not merely for winning or losing, but for critiquing and improving your own craft.
2. This poetry thread 'contest' will end on a Friday, and voting will last until Sunday at midnight. You cannot win unless you vote. Although you don't have to submit a piece to vote.
3. The winner must then provide the next challenge theme for the following two week period. Some weeks like during E3, this may not be possible, so we will have an interim one week period until normality is resumed. As a general rule, we like to keep this on the alternate week to the Creative Writing Thread.
4. There are no word count limits, make it as long or as short as you want.
5. Optional secondary objectives are not mandatory, you can include them or not.
6. Further addition to rule five: you can also try the secondary objective as a secondary piece. Just make sure you label it as such.
7. Vote for your favourite poems. Voters should award first, second and third places to their favourite three poems. Don't vote for the same author twice. And watch out for pieces that are labeled ineligible. :) Comment on these pieces are welcome but you just can't vote for it.
8. During the count, First place is allocated three points. Second place is allocated two points. And third place is allocated one point.
9. In the event of a tie, the tally will be counted again with first place being allocated three and half points. If it isn't resolved then, it will be up to the OP (most likely the previous winner) to decide to how to go about things.
10. Winner gets a round of applause and will have the records stating it as such. After which Rule 3 is in effect and we start a new thread.


Deadline: Friday, August 6th, 2010 at 11:59pm, Pacific. (7am GMT Saturday)
Voting will then begin.
You should get your votes in by: Sunday, August 8th, 2010 at 11:59pm, Pacific. (7am GMT Monday)

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Space reserved for Final Entries list
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Space reserved for Results
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Previous Threads:

Poetry Thread #1; Reflection
Poetry Thread #2; Making the Blind See & 5W poems
Poetry Thread #3; Interior & Incorporate a song or album title
Poetry Thread #4; History & Dream Song poems
Poetry Thread #5; A View From Afar or Within & Clerihew poems
Poetry Thread #6; The Surreal and the Fantastical &haikus
Poetry Thread #7 - Expectations versus Reality

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Good luck everyone.
 

Jangaroo

Always the tag bridesmaid, never the tag bride.
I've never contributed before, but I had some free time today so here's mine.

Tomorrow

I sit here perched upon a ledge ,
Trying to catch my breath wholesome.
My chest heaves; I peer down the edge,
As my legs feel quite very numb.

My eyes follow the streets below,
So white, so prestine, so perfect.
But there lies a murky shadow,
Clouding people to great effect.

Corruption, lies, and big brother.
They have ruined what was once home.
I want my father and mother,
But this life they no longer roam.

I look up towards the great, big sky,
So open, so untouched, so free.
I want to spread my wings and fly,
To give rest to my weary knee.

But everything comes crashing down,
I hear the blues stampeding near.
They'll always follow me around.
I need to quickly disappear.

I leap above the streets below,
As the horizon brings the dawn.
I look towards a bright tomorrow,
And with a tinge of hope, I'm gone.

Edit: Fixed the spelling of the title.
 

Alfarif

This picture? uhh I can explain really!
Dresden said:
"orange everywhere in this bitch" shall be my title

:lol :lol :lol Shit, I can not WAIT man.

And Congrats, Ashes. I would've voted for you but... my week has kind of sucked and I passed out at like 2 AM EST before getting my votes in.
 

Ashes

Banned
Alfarif said:
:lol :lol :lol Shit, I can not WAIT man.

And Congrats, Ashes. I would've voted for you but... my week has kind of sucked and I passed out at like 2 AM EST before getting my votes in.

Thank you. It was pretty close going; we had to do a second count and everything.

I remember you said something about the week you had in the other writing thread. I feel for ya. Poetry is so damned difficult and time consuming for me. I envy the people to whom it seems to comes so easily and naturally to. Somebody like Dresden comes to mind on that front... I'm hit and miss but he's consistantly good... Hey monkey, bootaaay, Kidness amongst others... are all up there...

So this thread is going to hopefully come naturally to me people like me I guess. :lol

I know about games, and I know how to rhyme!*


*I think....
 
Congrats Ashes, and nice theme :)

Nerevarine

Exploring forth with trepidation, as the cultists began their invocation
Calling into this world a God with ancient, arcane lore
I tiptoed ever so gingerly, footfalls snapping in synchronicity
With the ominous chanting, emerging from beneath the floor
Dark curses and foul aromas, stinking from beneath the floor
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

Clutching tight my battle-worn blade, I feared the sound it made
When unsheathed from it's scabbard once more
Lest the sharp noise alerted, those denizens who worshipped
Ancient dread powers, deep within the temple's maw
Corpulent and revolting, locked between the mountains jaw
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

Emerging into the chamber, the cultists sensed the danger
Sword at the ready, into their midst I bore
Cleaving all in sight, before the room erupted in light
And Dagoth Ur walked the land once more
Announcing his arrival with an earth-shattering roar
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

But there I saw the Heart, immortality it did impart
And it's presence Dagoth Ur had yet ignored
Charging with Keening & Sunder, weapons of ancient wonder
I pierced the Heart of Lorkhan to it's core
Link severed, the dark God made mortal forever more
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

It's based on my favourite game of all-time, The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, in case anyone was wondering - also, I nicked the rhyming structure from The Raven by Poe :p
 
So this is kind of a weird one. I was trying to play with the archetype/cliche of the nerdy programmer by casting him in a different light. Whatever; I liked it.

THE BOOK OF SEGA GENESIS

Unsheathing his husky fingers, carved and shaped
Across decades by the cheesy, snack-tastic dust
Caking the bottom of the bag, he can’t escape
His olfactory options: cover his Spartan musk,
Or let the hard-made juice of his pits emanate their
Wine-like essence into the depths of his nostrils
And blend with the techno-creationary juices up there;
A new electro-chemical, something that covers and spills
Over the whole of his brain, sends him to the space
With the fertilest grounds in his irrational mind.
The question lingers, then vanishes, sans trace:
Perspiration it is! Bouquet of a familiar kind.

Before him the God-box waits to be filled,
Forged by poindexter hands unable to grasp
The effortless glory of Omniscience distilled
But ready to fight toward it till the penultimate gasp.
Hooked digits float, ready, over the keyboard mouth:
He briskly wordsmiths in a language of logic
Purer, more naïve than the out in out
Contradiction of the organic hodge podge
Firing relentlessly behind his coke-bottle frames,
Eyes and ears hooked into universal disorder.
He sensually strokes the keys, mashes buttons, tames
Worlds of wonder meticulously made, from mortar,

To terrain, to stronghold castles, all living under
The democratic tyranny of crack programmers’
High-concept visions of play, dream runners
Turning code to screws and keystrokes to hammers,
That unforged data might morph into order,
A concrete context, born, raised, and molded
Into impossibility turned tangible. A different sort
Of creation is this than that which unfolded
Eons before eons ago, but no less potent in its
Possibilities: indeed, the only constraints
Are imagination’s far-drawn but still extant limits.
Therefore: go forth, ye nerdly apostles and saints,
Go forth and spread the good news: We sinners have found
The keys of heaven and are poised to replace Him,
For though his work has been, to praise it faintly, sound,
It simply is not as cool as unchained human whim.
 

Plumbob

Member
Control

Oh God it’s a shame
That We are the measure
Of things that crawl and shake
off the coils that hold us here
To bide and sculpture, We,
Without nutrition facts or stacks of quarters
We are the measure, of things to come, and
The truth will out

I am the sovereign
In pinching breeze We are the measure
Of the butterfly, and you the hornet’s nest
In August slumber, Alas, goodbye,
And sleep, although in time when
Even snow falls, and our boots at times
Are crusted with shit, and all the while,
The Earth and moon are coldly lit,
And I am king of Snowglobe Land,
We will come to be your measure, too
 

Alfarif

This picture? uhh I can explain really!
Ashes1396 said:
Thank you. It was pretty close going; we had to do a second count and everything.

I remember you said something about the week you had in the other writing thread. I feel for ya. Poetry is so damned difficult and time consuming for me. I envy the people to whom it seems to comes so easily and naturally to. Somebody like Dresden comes to mind on that front... I'm hit and miss but he's consistantly good... Hey monkey, bootaaay, Kidness amongst others... are all up there...

So this thread is going to hopefully come naturally to me people like me I guess. :lol

I know about games, and I know how to rhyme!*


*I think....

I like to think I know a thing or two about poetry only because I used to write my own lyrics for a band I was in. I like to mess with the layout of the words and trying to tell a story with as few words as possible. Beyond that, I couldn't tell you the difference between types nor could I dump something onto a piece of paper and make it sound awesome without some major editing. :lol

I have an idea for this one. It's basically what happened to me while playing Dragon Age. I have a character who is purely good and one who is purely evil... and I'll leave it at that. Wish me luck!
 

Dresden

Member
Secondary Objective:

Orange Everywhere in this Bitch:


Long tall stalks of industrial grade steel,
painted orange, left in skeletal frames
for you to approach, to feel;
the cool rough surface of orange paint
hiding not-so-subtly the frameworks of the games
where one jumps and runs till one becomes a saint.

Nonetheless, orange everywhere, plaguing your vision;
it's like a boil that won't go away, a sore lesion.
Orange everywhere in this bitch, satuarating the city
where no man feels even an ounce of pity
for you, dear, tough-girl-with-eyeshadow;
your attitude would make you the perfect widow.
 

Jangaroo

Always the tag bridesmaid, never the tag bride.
Plumbob said:
Control

Oh God it’s a shame
That We are the measure
Of things that crawl and shake
off the coils that hold us here
To bide and sculpture, We,
Without nutrition facts or stacks of quarters
We are the measure, of things to come, and
The truth will out

I am the sovereign
In pinching breeze We are the measure
Of the butterfly, and you the hornet’s nest
In August slumber, Alas, goodbye,
And sleep, although in time when
Even snow falls, and our boots at times
Are crusted with shit, and all the while,
The Earth and moon are coldly lit,
And I am king of Snowglobe Land,
We will come to be your measure, too
This one gets my vote for first. I really liked the imagery in this one. A lot.
Snowman Prophet of Doom said:
So this is kind of a weird one. I was trying to play with the archetype/cliche of the nerdy programmer by casting him in a different light. Whatever; I liked it.

THE BOOK OF SEGA GENESIS

Unsheathing his husky fingers, carved and shaped
Across decades by the cheesy, snack-tastic dust
Caking the bottom of the bag, he can’t escape
His olfactory options: cover his Spartan musk,
Or let the hard-made juice of his pits emanate their
Wine-like essence into the depths of his nostrils
And blend with the techno-creationary juices up there;
A new electro-chemical, something that covers and spills
Over the whole of his brain, sends him to the space
With the fertilest grounds in his irrational mind.
The question lingers, then vanishes, sans trace:
Perspiration it is! Bouquet of a familiar kind.

Before him the God-box waits to be filled,
Forged by poindexter hands unable to grasp
The effortless glory of Omniscience distilled
But ready to fight toward it till the penultimate gasp.
Hooked digits float, ready, over the keyboard mouth:
He briskly wordsmiths in a language of logic
Purer, more naïve than the out in out
Contradiction of the organic hodge podge
Firing relentlessly behind his coke-bottle frames,
Eyes and ears hooked into universal disorder.
He sensually strokes the keys, mashes buttons, tames
Worlds of wonder meticulously made, from mortar,

To terrain, to stronghold castles, all living under
The democratic tyranny of crack programmers’
High-concept visions of play, dream runners
Turning code to screws and keystrokes to hammers,
That unforged data might morph into order,
A concrete context, born, raised, and molded
Into impossibility turned tangible. A different sort
Of creation is this than that which unfolded
Eons before eons ago, but no less potent in its
Possibilities: indeed, the only constraints
Are imagination’s far-drawn but still extant limits.
Therefore: go forth, ye nerdly apostles and saints,
Go forth and spread the good news: We sinners have found
The keys of heaven and are poised to replace Him,
For though his work has been, to praise it faintly, sound,
It simply is not as cool as unchained human whim.
Second. I got kind of nostaligc read this.
Bootaaay said:
Congrats Ashes, and nice theme :)

Nerevarine

Exploring forth with trepidation, as the cultists began their invocation
Calling into this world a God with ancient, arcane lore
I tiptoed ever so gingerly, footfalls snapping in synchronicity
With the ominous chanting, emerging from beneath the floor
Dark curses and foul aromas, stinking from beneath the floor
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

Clutching tight my battle-worn blade, I feared the sound it made
When unsheathed from it's scabbard once more
Lest the sharp noise alerted, those denizens who worshipped
Ancient dread powers, deep within the temple's maw
Corpulent and revolting, locked between the mountains jaw
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

Emerging into the chamber, the cultists sensed the danger
Sword at the ready, into their midst I bore
Cleaving all in sight, before the room erupted in light
And Dagoth Ur walked the land once more
Announcing his arrival with an earth-shattering roar
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

But there I saw the Heart, immortality it did impart
And it's presence Dagoth Ur had yet ignored
Charging with Keening & Sunder, weapons of ancient wonder
I pierced the Heart of Lorkhan to it's core
Link severed, the dark God made mortal forever more
Deep, deep down beneath the Sixth House door.

It's based on my favourite game of all-time, The Elder Scrolls III: Morrowind, in case anyone was wondering - also, I nicked the rhyming structure from The Raven by Poe :p
Third. I do love Morrowind.
I really like all of the poems I read in the thread btw. Awesome job guys.
 

Ashes

Banned
Can't count your vote sorry. Voting begins next weekend, when all entries have been submitted and the deadline is passed.
 

Ashes

Banned
for a second I thought today was the deadline... :lol
I was this close to posting a reminder to people that its deadline day today....:lol This... close..
 
Ashes1396 said:
for a second I thought today was the deadline... :lol
I was this close to posting a reminder to people that its deadline day today....:lol This... close..

Tomorrow, however, IS the deadline, and people should definitely get their work in soon.
 

Ashes

Banned
Last day approacheth. Let's get the poems in. I don't normally put poems off till the last minute, but I have this time. I definitely underestimated the challenge this time round. :lol
edit: Oh and since I was off for a while a belated thank you to Bootaaay, and here's me wishing good luck to Alfarif. Good luck. :)
 

AnkitT

Member
The sheen of the screen as you join either red or blue team
The screams of the haters seem over the wire seams
Shout out to the scout, maybe the spy or the heavy
Or maybe the soldier, gunner, specialist or the medic
The class system carried over from the remnants of the lore
Mass appeal over hardcore, get the high score or more
Milk the franchise, the city of vice, get an active reload, "nice!"

Kill the enemy without question, existentialist crysis and a curse or blessing
Press the button for quick time events, be sure it's the one that the game meant
Level up to the highest order, a troll or marauder, cannon fodder
Downtrodden palace, country or destroyed democracy provides semblance to a story
The squad rolls in, kills the evil, black and white, and it's all hunky dory
So what makes one great, and the other utter trash?
A prototype that was condemned, or a road rash?

Get the machines, buy every edition and update on every cycle
Every year the same sports game recycled, fps' get a new rifle
The saga continues, with the huge revenues it imbues
And the mettle is proven every time the gear turns solid
And the whole notion of "games aren't art" is abolished
That doesn't do much for games that need polish
Release a patch every month until quits we call it
 

Alfarif

This picture? uhh I can explain really!
Ashes1396 said:
Last day approacheth. Let's get the poems in. I don't normally put poems off till the last minute, but I have this time. I definitely underestimated the challenge this time round. :lol
edit: Oh and since I was off for a while a belated thank you to Bootaaay, and here's me wishing good luck to Alfarif. Good luck. :)

I've waited until the last minute, but I'm about to crank out something EPIC (read: probably not).
 

Irish

Member
One of me stands in the shade.
The other me tosses out bait.

Weeping willows whisper my name.
Folks gather 'round as I entertain.

Lights go out as I'm sitting still.
People don't leave 'til I've had my fill.

I am followed, even in rain.
Leave me be if it's all the same.

I'm far too crooked to lay out straight.
No one to mourn me, even if they're paid.
 

Alfarif

This picture? uhh I can explain really!
A Game of Cat, Mouse, And Fuck Bioware

Oh, how I love you
With eyes of black, and eyes of blue
Where sticks and stones fail to roam
In lands southern lasses won't call home
To demon hordes bent on destruction
While I am but the purest seduction
In a blink you hate me for who I am
But two later we're the best of friends.

Should I choose or should I select
Giving the gifts to she who is best
Whisper my wiles with all my breath
As we cleave the demoness to her death
Sould we sprinkle blood into the ashes
Which enrages the priestess into madness?
Or ask the witch why she is here
For her leaving is not what I fear.

And when we're at camp, we'll huddle together
Touch and feel and shelter each other
Ask about our lives and pick the right answers
Maybe in the end play like horizontal dancers
Until one day, while researching names
I come upon a most horrible claim
One of you won't play my heavenly game
Because you simply won't "swing" that way
Well, I have but one thing to say:
Fuck Bioware, and fuck this game.

I made two different Dragon Age characters, both female. My good one seduced Leilana, which worked just fine. My evil one was meant to seduce Morrigan, but after getting her to 100%, I learned that it is impossible to seduce her. Fuck this game. I spent like 20+ hours playing just to find that out!? :lol
 

Ashes

Banned
AAAAAhHHHH woke up late!
Entries list will be up ASAP! :lol
edit: Anybody else who wants to enter can enter right up to the moment the final entry list is listed. You have probably less then ten minutes!!!!!!!!!!!!
 

Ashes

Banned
Epically late entry!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


Developers, or a poem written in one go in under ten minutes.


Nintendo's Shigeru Miyamoto dreams up characters from one to timbaktu,
Wonderfully crafting Mario, Zelda and Pikmin too!

Then we have Hideo Kojima, he sleeps in Konami's bed.
He made Metal Gear. 'nough said.

Who else? we have Crytek, Epic, Id, and Blizzard as well,
they create medi packs for the pc... and they make em.... pretty... emm.... Swell? :lol

Microsoft has Turn 10, Bungie, and Lionhead Studios, oh and RARE, don't forget
You should never discount Microsoft, never against them... bet!

Sony has too many to mention, and I'm running out of time,
so lets just say Polyphony Digital and Team Ico, and lets say the word Rhyme. :lol

The End

Oh one final thing, I'd like to mention EA for turning things around,
and creating new games like Mirrors Edge, (here's to hoping a new one's bound!)
and treating developers a whole lot better
than say someone like Activision, who treat them like a.... sweater? :lol

The real final End.




Good luck Everyone.
 

Ashes

Banned
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Poems Entries This Week
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1. Jangaroo: Tomrrow
2. Bootaaay: Nerevarine
3. Snowman Prophet of Doom: THE BOOK OF SEGA GENESIS
4. Plumbob: Control
5. Dresden: Orange Everywhere in this Bitch :lol
6. AnkitT: Development hell
7. Irish: Never Always
8. Alfarif: A Game of Cat, Mouse, And Fuck Bioware :D
9. Ashes1396: Developers, or a poem written in one go in under ten minutes.

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Quick reminder:
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* Any level of crit is welcome.
* Vote for your favourite three poems, ranking them first, second, and third.
* If you have submitted a poem, you have to vote in order to be eligible to win.
* You don't have to have submitted a poem to vote.
* You should get your votes in by: Sunday, August 8th, 2010 at 11:59pm, Pacific. (7am GMT Monday)
* See op for more details.

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Good luck everyone!
 

AnkitT

Member
1. Snowman Prophet of Doom: THE BOOK OF SEGA GENESIS
2. Alfarif: A Game of Cat, Mouse, And Fuck Bioware
3. Jangaroo: Tomorrow

HM:Bootaaay: Nerevarine(Probably would rank higher, but havent played the game so it didnt resonate with me)
 
Jangaroo - enjoyed this one, I really like the last stanza, very evocative

Snowman Prophet of Doom - some great imagery here, but personally I found it quite hard going, didn't flow too well in my mind.

Plumbob - either it's too early in the morning, or this one just went right over my head. I really like the ending though.

Dresden - short, but effective. I like the line about 'hiding not-so-subtly the frameworks of the games'

AnkitT - very enjoyable read, and I like how you fit in references to a number of games. Although, one thing's bugging me - is 'path' in the last line meant to be 'patch'?

Irish - really liked this one, it flows beautifully - I love the line 'far too crooked to lay out straight'.

Alarif - as well as rhyming really well, this one spoke to me as I had a similar experience with the game (although I don't think I wasted quite as much as 20 hours :p).

Ashes1396 - heh, good entry in the face of the approaching deadline, although sweater seems out of place, I probably would have rhymed better with fettered.

Votes;

1. Irish - Never Always
2. AnkitT - Development Hell
3. Jangaroo - Tomorrow
 

AnkitT

Member
Bootaaay said:
AnkitT - very enjoyable read, and I like how you fit in references to a number of games. Although, one thing's bugging me - is 'path' in the last line meant to be 'patch'?
Yeah. Didnt catch that on re-reads myself. :lol
 

Irish

Member
1) Jangaroo- "Tomrrow"
2) Bootaaay- "Nerevarine"
3) AnkitT- "Development Hell"

Sorry for my lack of comments, but I'm not much of an expert on determining what I liked or did not like about certain pieces.
 
I don't have that "I hate this" feeling like I often have a week or so after I write something, so I'm actually pretty happy about the poem that I submitted for this one.

Also, deadline soon.

1. Plumbob
2. Jangaroo
3. Dresden
 

Jangaroo

Always the tag bridesmaid, never the tag bride.
Okay so, I should probably update things a little now that we got more entries.

1) Plumbob - I really enjoyed the imagery I got from this poem here. A lot.
2) Snowman Prophet of Doom - I got this warm fuzzy feeling inside me when I read this one. I kind of got all nostalgic reading this.
3) Alfarif - I can relate to this one since I'm playing DA:O right now and currently in the process of wooing Morigan.
 

Alfarif

This picture? uhh I can explain really!
1) AnkitT - Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
2) Dresden
3) Bootaaay

HM: Jangaroom, Ashes1396 (cracked me up!)
 

Ashes

Banned
I have my top five but... hmm, what order.... Okay I'll stick with this three:

1. Jangaroo
2. Irish
3. Alfarif

I have to pop out for a bit... Feel free to call the results at the deadline time... I think everyone but Plumbob's voted, so to whoever is counting up, just make the call,...
Otherwise, the results will up in quite a while...
 

Irish

Member
I believe my counts are correct, but I don't know for sure because I don't feel well.

1st) Jangaroo- "Tomrrow" | 10 (2)
2nd) Snowman Prophet of Doom- "THE BOOK OF SEGA GENESIS" | 7 (1)
2nd) Alfarif- "A Game of Cat, Mouse, And Fuck Bioware" 7 (1)


Plumbob- 6 (2)
AnkitT- 6 (1)
Irish- 6 (1)
Dresden- 3
Bootaaay- 3


Congrats, Jangaroo! Nice showings by everyone though if I must say.
 

Jangaroo

Always the tag bridesmaid, never the tag bride.
I haven't been having that great of a day so you guys have no idea how happy I'm feeling right now. Thanks.
 

Ashes

Banned
New thread please. It's your right as the winner. You get to lead us through the next one. This is your first win, right?
edit: oh and thanks for picking up the baton, Irish.
 

Jangaroo

Always the tag bridesmaid, never the tag bride.
Yeah it's my first time so I'm trying to see how the other threads have worked. I'll be posting a new thread real soon and when I do I'll post a link.
 
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