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Frustrated squaddie,

Chasing alien scumbags.

Their sight is longer.

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Three steps to a kill.

Two steps to a reaction.

One step for a death.

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Wall! False construction.

Wise men know the certainty.

Blackness breaks fences.

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See the alien!

Visions' bitter reflection,

Brightens with blue flame.

I love this one

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Oh man, I've got to get in on this.

A streak of light pierces the night

wolf armour howls, the dawn breaks

as I push up the daisy, a new day awakes

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A sunny day

A sudden reaction

Night falls

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Facing the Reaper

I finally did learn

the true meaning of fear

wish it was my turn.

Edited by Jean-Luc
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This is a fragment of a much, much larger piece, based upon "Hiawatha's Song". I may or may nt get around to finishing it. And shortening it. Warning! Naughty language!

In the darkness of the bedroom,

Noisy darkness of the bedroom,

Sat the gamer, Hiawatha,

Screen a-glaring moving pictures,

Screen a-glowing radiation.

For the mission had just started,

UFO waiting to be plundered.

Lo! On getting off the dropship,

Bad guy seen by Mr Sprinkles,

Favoured man was Mr Sprinkles,

Long his life had been in general

Long compared to many others

Who had died by searing plasma

Who had died by blue-on-blue

Who had died by misadventure

Who had bled without rescue

Mr Sprinkles, tough survivor,

Mr Sprinkles, no crack shot,

When his to-hit was reported

Hiiawatha exclamed “What?”

“Thirty-five percent to hit him?”

“Thirty-five percent to wound?"

"This", he said, "is fucking bullshit"

"This", he said, "just will not do,"

Clicked he did in desperation,

Aimed the shot and tried to make it,

Strained and prayed the shot to make it,

But the shot failed completely.

Missed and struck a passer-by.

So he clicked upon another,

Named after his favourite friend

Perhaps this one would be better,

Perhaps this one would make an end.

Mr Handshake, mighty shooter

Mr Handshake, armed for bear

Mr Handshake raised his rifle,

And his to-hit caused him shame,

"ARGH!", cried Hiawatha

"You're no better than the first!"

"Thirty-five percent to hit him!"

"Are my soliders on the sauce?"

Clicked he did upon his solider,

Clicked and lined up for the shot.

May as well not have bothered,

For all the good that he got.

As the shot missed it completely,

And the civvie was struck again.

"FUCK!" cried Hiawatha,

Mighty was the rage he felt.

Five tiles in range was this asshole,

Five tiles away from solider-men

And so he clicked on option zero

DEFCON 1 had been declared

"Try missing this!" cried Hiawatha,

As Team Rocket now appeared!

"Haha!" cried Hiawatha grimly,

"Now your ass is mine to fry!"

"Where I shove this HE rocket"

"Will make you first scream then die"

And so he aimed the mighty rocket

Blessed it in the Empra's name

Clicked the trigger, screamed triumphant

But the scream turned into pain.

Just by chance, it moved a little.

Moved towards one of his men.

Clipped the tile by just a little

Nothing left but a bloodstain

Wept he did, our Hiawatha,

Sobbing at the T.P.K.

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This is the most terrible and bloody story of heroic mission.

The brilliant victory was near.

The wounded soldiers fought their best.

But ammo almost disappeared

Well, bayonets will do the rest.

In smoke and darkness they proceeded.

Behind them the corps and ash.

That command deck was all they needed

The will is over weakened flesh!

Last blasts were hitting alien hull

Each promising a deadly shot...

But one unarmed unknown fool

Occasionally pressed 'Abort'

Edited by Jemar
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Tired,

Hiding in charred shadows.

Broken glass...

Steps, grunts coming closer

Trap.

So dark,

Light the sun, throw, reflections

2 glowing orbs face away

Run.

Like hell.

5 slugs, one last breath, one less

Deafening victory

Need...to hide

Sound.

Charred shadows, movement

Is that,...!

Fuc.....

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