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[plodder]

I STRIKE YOU......NEXT?

Crushing gauss staggers

Gyros whine, complain, then fail

Celebrate later

Edited by plodder, 16 June 2012 - 12:48 PM.

[Chuckie]

Roses are Red
Violets are blue
The Urbie is Dead
and now the Atlas is too..

There was an Urbie from Nantucket
The rusty old mech was a bucket
When facing an Altas it said f*** it
and DFA'd into its cockpit

Edited by Chuckie, 03 February 2012 - 08:36 PM.

[plodder]

There once was a warrior named Chuckie,

Who always would step in some yucky,

He would continue to play, even when wifey would say,

"Clean, an come in, or with me you will not be lucky"

[plodder]

It was said " I like everything but the decay." So plodder pondered slightly, skittered knightly,then stumbled here:

Rotten causes, riddled by meaningless banter.
Decadence leads a frothing path through and beyond the accepted the fresh,also, have you ever smelled a daisy? Decay?

Hope is lost when good men fail, and fail they must when the rectitude the profit mongers tires of adding upon the ledger. For where will the "good" find cash? And even decay has it's favors. And I believe it is the sixth flavor, decay.

Without a goal, you lose the game.

You know I think you lie, and tell not the truth, you cannot possibly like everything. Have you in fact enjoyed piloting a Firefly?

Edited by plodder, 21 July 2012 - 02:48 PM.

[Burned_Follower]

Please allow me to introduce myself
I bring a new pwn'age that ain't like nuthin' else
Dr. Death is my name
And death is my game
And when i load up in my Urbie
This server'll never be the same
I'll pwn you so hard
That you'll think I'm Chuck Norris
Round house kick with my urbie
Hit you so hard that you'll start to see Paul's pony
Floating up in the air
Wondering if you're on drugs
Cuz why u see'in ponys up in the air?

Mercenary for hire
Yeah i'm a free lancer
Got 42 painted on my Urbie
Cuz with enough cbills I can be the answer
To all of your woes
With enough cbill money
I'll pwn all of your foes
They'll never see the pwnage comming
Cuz i got arrow IV's build into my Urbie's toes
They'll be like, "haha it's a useless Urbie!"
Then when they see the arrow IV's, they'll be like, "Oh noes!"

Edited by XxDRxDEATHxX, 23 February 2012 - 09:20 PM.

[plodder]

XxDRxDEATHxX, on 23 February 2012 - 09:08 PM, said:

Please allow me to introduce myself
I bring a new pwn'age that ain't like nuthin' else
Dr. Death is my name
And death is my game
And when i load up in my Urbie
This server'll never be the same
I'll pwn you so hard
That you'll think I'm Chuck Norris
Round house kick with my urbie
Hit you so hard that you'll start to see Paul's pony
Floating up in the air
Wondering if you're on drugs
Cuz why u see'in ponys up in the air?

Mercenary for hire
Yeah i'm a free lancer
Got 42 painted on my Urbie
Cuz with enough cbills I can be the answer
To all of your woes
With enough cbill money
I'll pwn all of your foes
They'll never see the pwnage comming
Cuz i got arrow IV's build into my Urbie's toes
They'll be like, "haha it's a useless Urbie!"
Then when they see the arrow IV's, they'll be like, "Oh noes!"

The question I have, Please, do not laugh, PWN? what does it mean? Is it red,or be it green?

Or should i linger on pink or the middle finger?

Not that I cannot, not that i am not able, is it something I have never seen?

Assumpions grow. like pumkins in compost.

Do I i give a ****, well, almost...

[plodder]

To Joe Schmuckatelli and Me

How to destroy a superior opponent one on one?

To get the better of the better, to possibly make the insufferable indurable,enjoying a temporized fun?

Crafty pivots? In sync jukes? Time perfected shots, not from him, but from you?

Timed by plan, intensive concentration, then blam! not like his instictive-artisic rot!

His ballet with the mech, pirouette and zing!Of course... right on ******* the dot!

This superiorority is not overated, just a life long fact we live. Willingly, wilely, as easily/effortlessly, he does give.

Accept the victories, yes simple, plain and straight.Truly this does not mean quiting/claiming, sceaming, "tis fate! tis fate, tis fate!"

Perhaps the claiming, "tis fate," shall indeed ring true, plodding on and on, and, on and on, as I often do.

I say, "damn" the rescinding action, "damn and damn again!"
For a cup of cold comfort is bitter, while better, then being weak, my friend?

Stand defiant, hard it is, Stand ramrod right, remembering, we may not be superior in life, but we could be superior tonight!!!!!!

Edited by plodder, 16 June 2012 - 12:52 PM.

[plodder]

Only make believe, absolutely no truth in the fall/no fall, humorous only, maybe funny to me alone. butthay?

There once was a gangsta pilot named Pual,

Whose mech in battle, would not, could not- FALL,

Foes hammer, slamin, raking his bacon pall mall, blow after blow,

Only armor disapating, FRUSTRATIN, no stumbling, no show bro?

Skills the gangs-ta P does has, gyros, program he understands,

But never to fall? Come on man?!

Share the patch,

Share that batch,

Man I have an itch I need ta scratch.

Love the MWO

Yo, Love the MWO

Where ya go to get the MWO, the MWO, The MWO!!!

Stick round bro's.

Edited by plodder, 23 March 2012 - 07:40 PM.

[plodder]

THE END URR TIME BENDER
Hopelessly ending, "Time" sees no compassion, for it has none, yet the hopelessness felt and shared is one of time's finest assets. I am out of time, the end...
Ended or up ended, real or pretended, fusion engines goin, systems on line an trend'n
Assets land on the floor, I have more, time, clicks/ticks. Continued sequences, beauty in the infrequences? Maybe?
I see an hope, for I may have enough sequences left to build on the destruction, a construction of the hope I barely feel, the shadow of a daydream heard, shared in the song on the frequencies, electromagnetic in nature, can you ear it?
Reminisces of crushed pine trees, the scent among destruction, sweet while sad.
Why do I meander? Why do you? What the PPC, alpha or single fire should we do? It is our spare time, our choice to make, to shake-n-bake, sleep or wake, right?
To run, to fight...
Only one left, on the right or left, no other remains, what costs the gains? Hollow the pain, cups being drained, liquor hollows, yet never fills to replace the stains, on and on, and on to my shame.
Held the ground, the stinking ground! It took my comrades lives, the ground that gave me promotion, accolades, got rolaids? No play, destruction frustration,eats toward the heart burning through the soul.
Control.
Friction, fiction, on and on continued conniptions, madhatter does matter when you can't tell friends from foe.
Miss ya Madhatter, you were one bad tapper, dancin on their heads, blam, blam,BLAM!!!
Three to one, good odds if you can get'em, and you gave'em, four down, sad you were the one...
Conclusion? There ain't none, it don't work like that, got rolaids?

Edited by plodder, 16 June 2012 - 01:02 PM.

[MacabreDerek]

XxDRxDEATHxX, on 23 February 2012 - 09:08 PM, said:

Please allow me to introduce myself
I bring a new pwn'age that ain't like nuthin' else
Dr. Death is my name
And death is my game
And when i load up in my Urbie
This server'll never be the same
I'll pwn you so hard
That you'll think I'm Chuck Norris
Round house kick with my urbie
Hit you so hard that you'll start to see Paul's pony
Floating up in the air
Wondering if you're on drugs
Cuz why u see'in ponys up in the air?

Mercenary for hire
Yeah i'm a free lancer
Got 42 painted on my Urbie
Cuz with enough cbills I can be the answer
To all of your woes
With enough cbill money
I'll pwn all of your foes
They'll never see the pwnage comming
Cuz i got arrow IV's build into my Urbie's toes
They'll be like, "haha it's a useless Urbie!"
Then when they see the arrow IV's, they'll be like, "Oh noes!"

((Loved what DD did here, so I figure I'll throw back at him with my own lack-luster battle skills in hopes to inspire more work from him. So here we go ))

Macabre is the style,
leaves you choking on your bile
Atlas head on my shelf
Doctor, heal thy self

Infact, let me start the opperation
Start with a flamer and a lack of sedation
So you can truely expirence every sensation
Just to staralize the wound I inflict,
when I level your whole station

Holdin in your gyros,
Engine components leakin',
Mech guts spillin'
and your Heat started peakin'

Overheat is coming,
your mech became a bronze bull
Welcome to your own private hell
inside your mech's hull

Torturous death is what I bring,
no quick outs foo',
no headshots to save you,
grim fates are what I do

I dance with death,
And I sing with pain,
Macabre Derek's truely evil
And a wee bit insane

Sadistic?
It's what I am
While you're a statistic
Another chalk mark on my mech
so no one missed it

You claim you get paid for the job
no one is better
for garrison duty
or a baby sitter
But you have to be a bit mad
a little bit crazy
to accept the c-bills that put you against me
I dont do it for the c-bills
I dont do it for love
I do it for the chance to to make you mad
Your Atlas compensatin for the lack of skills
that's sad
100 tons of c-bill eating junk
is just too bad

Your ryhmes are broke,
what can I say?
Do yourself a favour
And take em down to the mech bay

[plodder]

we all have dreams

Weak kneed yet able,Manitoba's best known and fabled, spoke words of torture, spoke words of pain, sharing the best of what the speaker's disdained. Like choking on a bone, more felt in soul than of flesh, the dead rest, while still weak kneed and able, Manitoba's best was contained, then yes, was stabled. Pretty white jacket, handsome white sleeves, fastened well in the back, telling a tale of broken rhymes to you, and sadly to me. Eloquence lost the costs of enameled or embossed with the gritting sand of coarsest regret, yet,hopeless while hoping. We all have dreams

Edited by plodder, 16 June 2012 - 01:04 PM.

[MacabreDerek]

plodder, on 29 March 2012 - 01:20 PM, said:

Weak kneed yet able,Manitoba's best known and fabled, spoke words of torture, spoke words of pain, sharing the best of what the speaker's disdained. Like choking on a bone, more felt in soul than of flesh, the dead rest, while still weak kneed and able, Manitoba's best was contained, then yes, was stabled. Pretty white jacket, handsome white sleeves, fastened well in the back, telling a tale of broken rhymes to you, and sadly to me. Eloquence lost the costs of enameled or embossed with the gritting sand of coarsest regret, yet,hopeless while hoping. We all have dreams

~APPLAUD~ Now if only it was more of a mech-warrior refrence

[plodder]

MacabreDerek, on 29 March 2012 - 04:11 PM, said:

~APPLAUD~ Now if only it was more of a mech-warrior refrence

THE PLEDGE
Mech, up and powered, PPC's armed, Awesome is the mech, destruction it makes, then, some men cower. Ready in the winter, fall, or the hellish equator's heat, summer is the time, now, here destruction meets need.
Manitoba's best, to some a warrior, to some their destruction, here? What? A pest?Spelled -"Reconstuction"
Poetic by nature, hopes held tight, releasing them in battle will give dreams a chance, the darkest soul some feeble light. This is his first journey in the fetid landscape, heat sinks working at the walking pace, ready & comfy on his battle couch, Lance to the left and to the front, as he's panning the readouts.
Through the forest, down the creek's edge, thinks of his lover, damn! Not now! The hopeless seek a battle, forget bout the damn pledge!
Forget the Liao! Dauntless, restful, the darkness takes hold again, good, darkness is my friend, for now.
Enemy detected, enemy detected, enemy detected, enemy detected, calmly the Awesome shares her information of detection, giving her pilot a stiff direction, of his plans leanings, intricate meanings, distant, less distant than all his held feelings.
Focused & prepared, yet his lance mates fail in the ambush's gate, though ready, damn!still too late....
No surrender, for manitoba's best, their beast, dark poet of the battle, filler for destruction's feast, for what is a Warrior without his mech? He would be worth less than nothing, he would be dispossessed.
No alpha strikes, till the end makes her call, this lady in waiting, I will put her off.
With my distinctive perfect strikes, then incessant baiting(for I am it's master), come on you foe, you'll meet yours tonight!!!
Then impatiently waiting. Single shot PPC's, surgical strokes, as necessity confronts the needs, impressed with himself, three Firefly are slowly, glowingly, choked.
Enemy detected, enemy detected, she again calmly speaks, At range he fires, two of his PPC's, one going wild. Moving/using a hillside for strategic cover, plotting, still anxiety mild.
Flanked by a highlander, up ahead a Zues, never give up, never surrender, even galaxy quest, failure refutes.
The battle is done, Manitoba's mech, mostly intact, the Awesome was tripped over his mother's bric a brac.?..?.

Mom!!! The basement is mine!!! Why did you put your stuff here?? Manitoba's fine whine...

He grabs his framed picture, looks at his Liao lover, I can think of you now, though still he wonders? I too have feelings,...always walking that ever fine edge...glass dirty needs cleaning, decides to grab the neglected pledge.


.

Edited by plodder, 16 June 2012 - 01:11 PM.

[SirDenOfYork]

Hark i hear a Lark, t'was a cannon shot, oh sh** i'm shot....

[MacabreDerek]

((Absolutely loved the ryhmes, even if it was hard to find the appropriate beat. Figured if we're gonna throw in refrences, let's end this note on some Strong-Bad ))

Here they come trying to flank me
Broke down Awsome wielding a PPC
I'll take his beat up Assault ride
and leave it as a wreck from all sides

Claiming on how summer time is here, but winter is uppon ya'
Whatchya know about cold in the not-so-great state of Carolina?
Up here your heat sinks work double
And no life support in your mech? You're asking for trouble

Frozen solid, even your Myometer wont work
Welcome another green pilot providing the circle-jerk
Hypothermia kicking in,
Hands shaking, legs breakin, your life we be takin

Flesh freezes in 3 seconds of exposure
But for you, I'll make it last longer for torture
Diggets falling off one by one
Something tells me you werent prepared for this son

Sit down, Class is in session,
The kind of tact that leaves you second-guessin
Half-pint mech jock overcompensating in Awsome
Gets dropped down by LRMs blastin

Class dismissed, dont forget your assignment
Go forth in the frozen praries like I did
Find some scrubby carolina boy talkin $#!^
Take his coat, his c-bills, and watch him go blue for a bit

Sicker than the whole of your nation
Mind more twisted than your wreck mech's rule
I'm an abomination
And I'm coming to your house after school

[plodder]

MacabreDerek, on 31 March 2012 - 09:56 AM, said:

((Absolutely loved the ryhmes, even if it was hard to find the appropriate beat. Figured if we're gonna throw in refrences, let's end this note on some Strong-Bad ))

And I'm coming to your house after school

Yeah I see what you mean, I was free stylin and din't chick me wurk. ;o) fixed a bit.re edit

The reckless one had many fears.

Troubles followed, reasons fled,

Hopes that once held him,

Now were dead. He tears.

His lance mates around him,

Fire warm, food filling,

All had survived, though the battle was short,

The engagement was chilling, they captured the port.

Recklessly gambled with a life held in contempt,

Not showing his pain, how he felt so inept.

They saw no weakness in him, no tear, they beheld.

They saw a Warrior of power,
The enemies felled.

[plodder]

Found this written on a napkin in Starbucks. It was written in an ultra fine tip black felt pen, and i found it on the windowsill. Thought it was pretty good!

To invoke the hive mind representing chaos
invoking the feeling of chaos
Without order
The Nezperdian hive mind of Chaos Comstar
He who waits behind the wall
Comstar

Edited by plodder, 01 April 2012 - 10:50 AM.

[plodder]

Disposessed

The bar was empty,

I poured myself a cold one,

I miss her greatly.

Gate Crasher
Pity has fled my soul,

I Inflict, I destroyed, all,

Follow me to the gates!

Edited by plodder, 02 April 2012 - 02:43 PM.

[plodder]

Dedicated to
MacabreDerek

For defeating me in battle:

The heat enables another hour of life perhaps, mayhap, slap the head on palms, qualms, not to forget the bombs, forgot the bombs, dispossessed, regressed, over finessed, by the blind glitch, bombed, not fair ,cared, munitions flared, done too much, dared, then, like the culled, paired, Cut off then left, bereft, no salvage crew to save, enslave, twas i the vet a naive? All kidding aside as I glide beyond the pail/pale, cold entering the muscle towards the entrails, to resist, still no avail. The slagged hulk holds warmth, at least, awhile, no help comes, no lance mate alive, no smiles. Long Toms terminal velocity is nothing, but the atrocity double, killing or taking, dispossessed, devastating, relegating hopes to the backward glance, there is no romance in todays death dance...for me....If only had I went straight ahead instead. I jigged, appalled, now as a falling log, down, even now, better than being without a mech. If only I could give a backward glance, and see the evading hope I cannot feel, or even pretend it real, instead of the soon to be, cold uncaring bitter steel....

Edited by plodder, 15 April 2012 - 03:51 PM.

[plodder]

The Commander And His Best Choice

Mech Commander steps his steps, walks his walk.

Knowing his choices make subordinates run a race of death strikes, counter blocks.

Blocks the oncoming, filling in the tempestuous dam of destruction with bodies their own, and of others.

Knowing that if circumstances where different, those mercs, may have been their brothers.

Commander walks, pondering the war, deciding who may have the chance of glory or death,

Giver of battle, the pilot's abilities and luck, decides his next breath.

Step by step, his brow relaxes to rest, knows the choices for today, decided that you are his best.

Both willing and able, you lead point to the enemy's flank.

Know that you may have death or glory, all know that you never shirked or shrank.

Edited by plodder, 15 April 2012 - 04:05 PM.