I was doing some Literature homework earlier today and came across some haikus in my book. Got in the mood to write some, ended up making a series of them about TF2. Feel free to post your works of art/poetry/other dorky stuff.
Read in the voice of Rucks from Bastion.
Rolling out to mid
Tumbleweeds with a purpose
Our scouts got no buffs
Our demo is fast
Launch bombs across the desert
Their demo went choke
Soldiers go valley
Our roamer jumps their demo
His blood stains the ground
Pocket jumps on box
Standing tall like a cactus
Didn't see the scout
Our med dies early
Scout runs into our demo
Pilled and eats the dirt
Roamer flanks their house
Scout forces them to grab health
Met rockets instead
Our soldier and scout
paint the walls with another
coat of crimson red
Their combo lay dead
Our roamer falls in the fight
Pour one out for him
Red scout tries to run
We stop him dead in valley
Makes a fitting grave
We stand on the point
Proud that the fight has been won
Yet mourning our friends
We regroup again
Knowing that what lies ahead
will be just as hard
I was doing some Literature homework earlier today and came across some haikus in my book. Got in the mood to write some, ended up making a series of them about TF2. Feel free to post your works of art/poetry/other dorky stuff.
Read in the voice of Rucks from Bastion.
Rolling out to mid
Tumbleweeds with a purpose
Our scouts got no buffs
Our demo is fast
Launch bombs across the desert
Their demo went choke
Soldiers go valley
Our roamer jumps their demo
His blood stains the ground
Pocket jumps on box
Standing tall like a cactus
Didn't see the scout
Our med dies early
Scout runs into our demo
Pilled and eats the dirt
Roamer flanks their house
Scout forces them to grab health
Met rockets instead
Our soldier and scout
paint the walls with another
coat of crimson red
Their combo lay dead
Our roamer falls in the fight
Pour one out for him
Red scout tries to run
We stop him dead in valley
Makes a fitting grave
We stand on the point
Proud that the fight has been won
Yet mourning our friends
We regroup again
Knowing that what lies ahead
will be just as hard
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refridgerator
Haikus are easy
But sometimes they don't make sense
Refridgerator
I made this music video recently.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5jfriNA_f1s[/youtube]
Willka, don't you know that it's in flank?
Don't you want to get out of badlands, out of badlands tonight?
wrote an entire mock of that but lost it when my hard drive crashed rip
Willka, don't you know that it's in flank?
Don't you want to get out of badlands, out of badlands tonight?
wrote an entire mock of that but lost it when my hard drive crashed rip
Tourniquet around the arms,
Veins throbbing,
Syringe in the vein,
Nirvana,
A numb feeling.
\\
the shortest poem i have ever written in my life
Tourniquet around the arms,
Veins throbbing,
Syringe in the vein,
Nirvana,
A numb feeling.
\\
the shortest poem i have ever written in my life
typing in haikus/makes me feel so wonderful/poems kind of own
typing in haikus/makes me feel so wonderful/poems kind of own
i added to pug
i did not get picked again
depression begins
i added to pug
i did not get picked again
depression begins
I need some players
scout or pocket soldier please
be high open level please
I need some players
scout or pocket soldier please
be high open level please
oh shit that reminds me i wrote a (REALLY SHITTY) story about dave__ac over winter break because i was super bored
a quick thing
about the greatest roamer of all timehistory
A shriek rang out through the cold wintery night, though nobody took much notice of it. It was a pretty common occurrence in this part of town, since there was hardly any police force to speak of since crime rates were far too high and there was no Bloomberg to step in and crank the shit out of the police until they actually were strong enough to get something done, rather than just sit around and let the city be run by crime bosses. Clearly this was a pretty crappy city for people to live in, but there was always something on the backs of crime-loving peoples' minds:
A lone vigilante, he who did not strike down evil, but merely seduced it with his voice and gentle touch, with a single sentence from the mouth and movement of the hand, this man was known for stopping any crime. Nobody knew his name, and he would show up sporadically, in seemingly the most random locations possible. It was only this man who stopped the city from being entirely overrun by people who would seek do perform evil upon the fair population.
Yet his name was known to a few, in a community that nobody really cared about. Some knew him as Dave AnalCrusher, or Dave AmazingChest, or Dave AlwaysChampion. But what mattered was that he was here, and he would always stop crime in its tracks wherever he happened to be. If you were attacked by somebody, you might get saved by the angel of the night, stronger than all that we could hope to understand. He resembled a bear in more than one way, mostly in how hairy he was, but I'm not implying that's a good thing because bears are fucking awesome and they're basically the number two pet that I would like to have that isn't a cat. I would also assume that they're as fluffy as a Pomeranian, not that I'd ever own one of those little yapping fuckers because they're fucking annoying as hell, like seriously, holy shit they never shut up and I'm pretty sure they'd bite me or try to kill my cat. The point is that this man was probably a bear. A really big, beautiful bear. Some might say the best bear. I totally would.
There was a man in an alleyway being advanced on by a person wearing a black hooded robe with a knife and a lantern. He'd fallen on the floor in fear of being stabbed, and he was not sure what the figure in the dark wanted. He'd thrown his wallet at it, but that didn't stop the advance. It very much resembled a Tonberry with its hood up, but the face wasn't able to be seen. It was only to be assumed that this was one of the Gorers, who usually just relished in taking human flesh for the sake of it, and nothing else. The man on the ground was probably doomed unless a miracle happened. And one did.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the alley with a torch in his hand, immediately grabbing the hooded person's attention. He had a face that some might not love at first sight, but would soon come to adore as the perfect standard of being beautiful in every way imaginable (research indicated that this took about 5 seconds). His body was, how some might say, "squishable", but this came along with a tremendous amount of sex appeal (to both sexes! Research confirmed this). This was a man who was the paragon of beauty by all means possible, and merely gazing upon his face would stun a person.
Yet the hooded figure advanced upon the man at the end of the alley anyway. Even with the flood of light hitting where its face should be, it was clear that it was encased in a veil of some sort that blocked off light from the outside, which meant that there was only black at the face and nothing else. The advance was very swift, and it seemed as if the man at the end of the alley was going to be stabbed.
CONTINUED
oh shit that reminds me i wrote a (REALLY SHITTY) story about dave__ac over winter break because i was super bored
a quick thing
about the greatest roamer of all timehistory
A shriek rang out through the cold wintery night, though nobody took much notice of it. It was a pretty common occurrence in this part of town, since there was hardly any police force to speak of since crime rates were far too high and there was no Bloomberg to step in and crank the shit out of the police until they actually were strong enough to get something done, rather than just sit around and let the city be run by crime bosses. Clearly this was a pretty crappy city for people to live in, but there was always something on the backs of crime-loving peoples' minds:
A lone vigilante, he who did not strike down evil, but merely seduced it with his voice and gentle touch, with a single sentence from the mouth and movement of the hand, this man was known for stopping any crime. Nobody knew his name, and he would show up sporadically, in seemingly the most random locations possible. It was only this man who stopped the city from being entirely overrun by people who would seek do perform evil upon the fair population.
Yet his name was known to a few, in a community that nobody really cared about. Some knew him as Dave AnalCrusher, or Dave AmazingChest, or Dave AlwaysChampion. But what mattered was that he was here, and he would always stop crime in its tracks wherever he happened to be. If you were attacked by somebody, you might get saved by the angel of the night, stronger than all that we could hope to understand. He resembled a bear in more than one way, mostly in how hairy he was, but I'm not implying that's a good thing because bears are fucking awesome and they're basically the number two pet that I would like to have that isn't a cat. I would also assume that they're as fluffy as a Pomeranian, not that I'd ever own one of those little yapping fuckers because they're fucking annoying as hell, like seriously, holy shit they never shut up and I'm pretty sure they'd bite me or try to kill my cat. The point is that this man was probably a bear. A really big, beautiful bear. Some might say the best bear. I totally would.
There was a man in an alleyway being advanced on by a person wearing a black hooded robe with a knife and a lantern. He'd fallen on the floor in fear of being stabbed, and he was not sure what the figure in the dark wanted. He'd thrown his wallet at it, but that didn't stop the advance. It very much resembled a Tonberry with its hood up, but the face wasn't able to be seen. It was only to be assumed that this was one of the Gorers, who usually just relished in taking human flesh for the sake of it, and nothing else. The man on the ground was probably doomed unless a miracle happened. And one did.
A figure appeared at the entrance of the alley with a torch in his hand, immediately grabbing the hooded person's attention. He had a face that some might not love at first sight, but would soon come to adore as the perfect standard of being beautiful in every way imaginable (research indicated that this took about 5 seconds). His body was, how some might say, "squishable", but this came along with a tremendous amount of sex appeal (to both sexes! Research confirmed this). This was a man who was the paragon of beauty by all means possible, and merely gazing upon his face would stun a person.
Yet the hooded figure advanced upon the man at the end of the alley anyway. Even with the flood of light hitting where its face should be, it was clear that it was encased in a veil of some sort that blocked off light from the outside, which meant that there was only black at the face and nothing else. The advance was very swift, and it seemed as if the man at the end of the alley was going to be stabbed.
CONTINUED
CONTINUATION
Stabbed he was not, for he quickly disarmed the figure who rushed at him. For whatever reason, speed lines like in some of those old-time Japanese anime happened, and the man, in slow motion, grabbed the knife out of the person's hand, and said a single line:
"You could seriously hurt somebody with that."
The magical voice caused the hooded figure's knees to buckle, and immediately fell to its knees. It moved to grab the person's knees, and spoke for the first time.
"Oh, great beauty Dave, I am sorry that I have performed a wrong upon your territory! I have seen the great error of my ways, and I shall do all that I can do to reform! Killing is an act I shall not perform again, and there is nothing that I can do but simply probe myself as a martyr for the cause of the great Dave."
"It's fine, just don't do it again. Knives are pretty dangerous, and I really don't want to see somebody stabbed with that. It would be really unfortunate."
Dave walked away and vanished into the night. The hooded figure remained on its knees as the night wind blew its hood off, [forgot about the story around here, mashing out an end] revealing the tear-streaked face of a man some might have known as Tyler. Which Tyler, it was not known. Maybe one that stole a trophy at some point.
This would later inspire Tyler to become a magical boy and save the world in a frilly anime dress or some shit like that.
CONTINUATION
Stabbed he was not, for he quickly disarmed the figure who rushed at him. For whatever reason, speed lines like in some of those old-time Japanese anime happened, and the man, in slow motion, grabbed the knife out of the person's hand, and said a single line:
"You could seriously hurt somebody with that."
The magical voice caused the hooded figure's knees to buckle, and immediately fell to its knees. It moved to grab the person's knees, and spoke for the first time.
"Oh, great beauty Dave, I am sorry that I have performed a wrong upon your territory! I have seen the great error of my ways, and I shall do all that I can do to reform! Killing is an act I shall not perform again, and there is nothing that I can do but simply probe myself as a martyr for the cause of the great Dave."
"It's fine, just don't do it again. Knives are pretty dangerous, and I really don't want to see somebody stabbed with that. It would be really unfortunate."
Dave walked away and vanished into the night. The hooded figure remained on its knees as the night wind blew its hood off, [forgot about the story around here, mashing out an end] revealing the tear-streaked face of a man some might have known as Tyler. Which Tyler, it was not known. Maybe one that stole a trophy at some point.
This would later inspire Tyler to become a magical boy and save the world in a frilly anime dress or some shit like that.
Their combo lay dead
Our roamer falls in the fight
Pour one out for him
So good.
[quote]Their combo lay dead
Our roamer falls in the fight
Pour one out for him[/quote]
So good.
Wrote this terrible poem for a pack of Portal maps I did.
Inside this collection you'll find
a wond'rous grouping of tests.
The tricks needed are all kinds.
'Til you finish you won't get much rest.
From the acrobatics required
for the Circus, yet I digress.
Many skills are needed ,no lie! Er-
Including timing and finesse.
Then you must learn to manage
cubes, blocks, and gel.
If you can do this all with no damage,
you won't embarrass poor Chell.
You'll then need to hit a switch,
then race against the clock.
You'll need to time it quick!
Or else you won't reach the top.
You'll get teased by the finish,
which is right in front of your nose.
Yet the puzzle is long, with garnish
and you'll walk 'til you tire your toes.
You'll need to jump without bends,
the solution may prove to deceive.
You'll think you reached the end,
yet the route will have to be weaved.
After finishing these arduous tests,
report any problems to me.
If you thought this prose was the best,
you should read more poetry.
http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=71198301
Wrote this terrible poem for a pack of Portal maps I did.
[code]Inside this collection you'll find
a wond'rous grouping of tests.
The tricks needed are all kinds.
'Til you finish you won't get much rest.
From the acrobatics required
for the Circus, yet I digress.
Many skills are needed ,no lie! Er-
Including timing and finesse.
Then you must learn to manage
cubes, blocks, and gel.
If you can do this all with no damage,
you won't embarrass poor Chell.
You'll then need to hit a switch,
then race against the clock.
You'll need to time it quick!
Or else you won't reach the top.
You'll get teased by the finish,
which is right in front of your nose.
Yet the puzzle is long, with garnish
and you'll walk 'til you tire your toes.
You'll need to jump without bends,
the solution may prove to deceive.
You'll think you reached the end,
yet the route will have to be weaved.
After finishing these arduous tests,
report any problems to me.
If you thought this prose was the best,
you should read more poetry.[/code]
http://steamcommunity.com/sharedfiles/filedetails/?id=71198301
Three damage chipshot
Holy fuck their med is lit
Suicide for him
Three damage chipshot
Holy fuck their med is lit
Suicide for him
sevenHeyyy,
Ben posted this cover I did a while ago and a bunch of people were requesting a cleaned version of the song, so I worked some things out with eXtv's Airon and eXtine. Airon did some amazing mixing and here's what we got.
http://soundcloud.com/airon-extv/forever-in-open
Enjoy :)
Let me know if you guys like it, I have a few more tf2 covers I could record.
who recalls this masterpiece?
[quote=seven]Heyyy,
Ben posted this cover I did a while ago and a bunch of people were requesting a cleaned version of the song, so I worked some things out with eXtv's Airon and eXtine. Airon did some amazing mixing and here's what we got.
http://soundcloud.com/airon-extv/forever-in-open
Enjoy :)
Let me know if you guys like it, I have a few more tf2 covers I could record.[/quote]
who recalls this masterpiece?
#3 that song could be a track off in the aeroplane over the sea
#3 that song could be a track off in the aeroplane over the sea
Extraterrestri-
al, is far too long a word
to use in haikus
Extraterrestri-
al, is far too long a word
to use in haikus
Some recent game art
http://i1.minus.com/iuabuqF95Dt9I.png
http://i5.minus.com/iR7x5LUbcpQpJ.png
http://i2.minus.com/iNWLaXwZUvB6H.png
http://i3.minus.com/iSuzhSHPF92j0.png
http://i5.minus.com/ib1yBhWEIbIPQB.png
#19: Snazzy work, ndust. I'm rather envious of modelers.
#16: The girl who sang Forever in Open, would anyone happen to know if she has more work available for our listening pleasure?
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Recent experiment with banner-making for Boink. It was my first time doing anything like it, definitely fun. -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/41662588849
An anatomy practice session turned into Lina (DOTA 2). -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/40915318206
Aaaaand ADHD in addition to the usual dissatisfaction of an amateur artist leaves me with far more works in progress than shown here. -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/41062736760
#19: Snazzy work, ndust. I'm rather envious of modelers.
#16: The girl who sang Forever in Open, would anyone happen to know if she has more work available for our listening pleasure?
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Recent experiment with banner-making for Boink. It was my first time doing anything like it, definitely fun. -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/41662588849
An anatomy practice session turned into Lina (DOTA 2). -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/40915318206
Aaaaand ADHD in addition to the usual dissatisfaction of an amateur artist leaves me with far more works in progress than shown here. -- http://wrenhat.tumblr.com/image/41062736760