Post by Chukles38 on Mar 19, 2006 1:32:43 GMT -5
I figure, why not pos them up in here?
The scene is set; players reader for action,
Both a representative of either faction.
The scene is dark, foggy, and foreboding,
Tension not by any means corroding.
The first one ignites, blue does it glow.
Next comes the other, red and held low.
No words are exchanged, a duel does begin.
An attack, a block, counters; neither knowing they’re kin.
Furious and calm, both emotions now portrayed,
While one’s intentions his emotions do betray.
The battle rages, dark and light represented.
One much adored, while the other resented.
Into the mist, the light one falls ungracefully,
While the other flips the switch, intentions revealed fully.
Into the cable, pipes, and cords the hero does fly
While the dark one looks on as the man flies by.
A complement, then a strike, and our hero does scurry;
Trying frantically to escape the saber’s deadly flurry.
The battle progresses, neither giving ground
While the dark one falls, signaling a new round.
The light one follows, through the passage of light,
Eager and willing to carry on this great fight.
As he exits, one hears an ominous click,
The hero thinks now, ‘Boy wasn’t that slick.’
But time he has not, for the dark one comes,
Walking towards the light, his saber still hums.
They fight, then with no effort at all,
The villain hurls things, from the floor and the wall.
The light tries to counter, parry, and fight,
From the airborne missiles and his current plight.
But inexperienced, the light gets thrashed and beat down,
As the objects collide, the dark one’s face with no frown.
Then glass shattered, a roar could be heard
And our hero flew out, much like a bird.
He landed, and recovered, then made his way along
The catwalk up to the central chamber, in not long.
The dark one appeared, surprised the light
While the light dodged franticly and tried to fight.
He was pushed back, the darkness too great,
And the light was now fading, giving place to hate.
The light lost his ground, and soon was cornered,
And cries of agony were soon heard.
The light lost his weapon, and scurried away
Along the thin tubing, beginning to sway.
The dark lowers his weapon, glares at the hero
Who now hath been reduced from hero to zero.
He speaks, words filed with passion and fire,
Urging the hero to give into to the dark’s desire.
The wizard is mentioned, asked by the darker
Asking if the hero knows what happened to his father.
The hero shouts out, “You killed him!!!!” or so he was told,
But the dark stands there still, as powerful and bold.
“No,” the words rumble, his voice strong, his words travel farther,
And with words ironically cruel, “I am your father.”
The hero now cries, “You speak falsely, possible it’s not”
His mind began to wander, some truth it now sought.
“Search your feelings,” the dark one now said,
His voice echoing and rolling inside of the hero’s head.
“You know it to be true.” Came that voice so strong and so dark,
As the hero hollered and denied, though the words had left their mark.
“Join me” the voice, so dark and dissolute, declared once more.
“Father and son, this galaxy will be ours.” the sentence finished from before.
More screams of disbelief our hero doth make, pained and confused
And in desperation he leaps, his courage once again infused.
He falls, and falls, and our story ends here,
To continue once more, so have no more fear.
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The scene is set; players reader for action,
Both a representative of either faction.
The scene is dark, foggy, and foreboding,
Tension not by any means corroding.
The first one ignites, blue does it glow.
Next comes the other, red and held low.
No words are exchanged, a duel does begin.
An attack, a block, counters; neither knowing they’re kin.
Furious and calm, both emotions now portrayed,
While one’s intentions his emotions do betray.
The battle rages, dark and light represented.
One much adored, while the other resented.
Into the mist, the light one falls ungracefully,
While the other flips the switch, intentions revealed fully.
Into the cable, pipes, and cords the hero does fly
While the dark one looks on as the man flies by.
A complement, then a strike, and our hero does scurry;
Trying frantically to escape the saber’s deadly flurry.
The battle progresses, neither giving ground
While the dark one falls, signaling a new round.
The light one follows, through the passage of light,
Eager and willing to carry on this great fight.
As he exits, one hears an ominous click,
The hero thinks now, ‘Boy wasn’t that slick.’
But time he has not, for the dark one comes,
Walking towards the light, his saber still hums.
They fight, then with no effort at all,
The villain hurls things, from the floor and the wall.
The light tries to counter, parry, and fight,
From the airborne missiles and his current plight.
But inexperienced, the light gets thrashed and beat down,
As the objects collide, the dark one’s face with no frown.
Then glass shattered, a roar could be heard
And our hero flew out, much like a bird.
He landed, and recovered, then made his way along
The catwalk up to the central chamber, in not long.
The dark one appeared, surprised the light
While the light dodged franticly and tried to fight.
He was pushed back, the darkness too great,
And the light was now fading, giving place to hate.
The light lost his ground, and soon was cornered,
And cries of agony were soon heard.
The light lost his weapon, and scurried away
Along the thin tubing, beginning to sway.
The dark lowers his weapon, glares at the hero
Who now hath been reduced from hero to zero.
He speaks, words filed with passion and fire,
Urging the hero to give into to the dark’s desire.
The wizard is mentioned, asked by the darker
Asking if the hero knows what happened to his father.
The hero shouts out, “You killed him!!!!” or so he was told,
But the dark stands there still, as powerful and bold.
“No,” the words rumble, his voice strong, his words travel farther,
And with words ironically cruel, “I am your father.”
The hero now cries, “You speak falsely, possible it’s not”
His mind began to wander, some truth it now sought.
“Search your feelings,” the dark one now said,
His voice echoing and rolling inside of the hero’s head.
“You know it to be true.” Came that voice so strong and so dark,
As the hero hollered and denied, though the words had left their mark.
“Join me” the voice, so dark and dissolute, declared once more.
“Father and son, this galaxy will be ours.” the sentence finished from before.
More screams of disbelief our hero doth make, pained and confused
And in desperation he leaps, his courage once again infused.
He falls, and falls, and our story ends here,
To continue once more, so have no more fear.
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