LordofthePies

A Poet's Experience

Blackout Poetry

Devoid
Silence
Generally below the southwest
Through two signs of sight
Where a bridge looks like a gap

A Poet's Experience

This is a page for poems.
Poems that cause you to feel something,
to think something,
to do something,
to experience something.
Whether or not it's your own doesn't matter,
as long as it's something.

Feel free to add any poems that you enjoy (or does what I said above) to this forum.

The League of Bastards

Aro Muer

Many of your memories are gone, but you remember your name, you have the muscle memory for fighting and performing certain tasks, and some teachings and mantras of being a Bastard echo through your mind.

Name:
Aro Muer

Age:
Female

Appearance:
Aro is a very tall (About 6'4), skinny, kind of lanky woman with just a smidge of what could be called curves. She has very dark brown, nearly black, straight hair and sapphire blue eyes. She's about 160 pounds (73 kg). She has high cheekbones and a small nose.

Melee Expertise:
Krav Maga
Knife fighting

Ranged weapons:
Shotgun
Compound Bow

Other skills:
Cooking
Outdoorsmanship (Foraging, hunting, finding water, and finding basic
shelter)
Lying

Whistlehowl Star {always open!}

Aro's eyes immediately widened when she heard the cry. The cry of a griffin. She didn't know how to escape a Griffin other than running into a space it couldn't follow you into. Aro assumed, that like with most animals, if you faced it and slowly backed away, it would be less likely to chase. But she couldn't move. Aro could only think of her memories.

Aro whispered, "Griffin."

Memory

KREEEEEEE

The griffin cried before diving into the camp. The people inside of the camp weren't prepared, they were eating lunch, enjoying their day. Little did they know, it would be their last meal. The monstrosity's white feathers allowed it to blend in with the snow, but the griffin didn't want to hide, it wanted to kill. They were in her territory, dangerously close to her nest. The female griffin simply wouldn't allow humans to be so close to her unhatched young. But they didn't know that, how could they?

The griffin charged, wasting no time. She ripped through two people before they even thought to fight back. An arrow plunged deep into her shoulder, but she didn't care. The griffin was protecting her babies, and no amount of pain would cause her to stop.

She tore through the camp, painting the snow red with human blood.

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

The griffin recognized the sound of footsteps crunching through the snow. She looked towards the small girl that was walking through the snow, not knowing what had just happened. The griffin's golden eyes met the girl's blue ones. There was an instant understanding.

Then, the girl ran.

The League of Bastards

@MikkishtheLeprechaun

Ari Muer

Many of your memories are gone, but you remember your name, you have the muscle memory for fighting and performing certain tasks, and some teachings and mantras of being a Bastard echo through your mind.

Name:
Aro Muer

Age:
Female

Appearance:
Aro is a very tall (About 6'4), skinny, kind of lanky woman with just a smidge of what could be called curves. She has very dark brown, nearly black, straight hair and sapphire blue eyes. She's about 160 pounds (73 kg). She has high cheekbones and a small nose.

Melee Expertise:
Krav Maga
Knife fighting

Ranged weapons:
Shotgun
Compound Bow

Other skills:
Cooking
Outdoorsmanship (Foraging, hunting, finding water, and finding basic
shelter)
Lying

A Bloody Mess

Well, guys, I think this has died. I thank each and every one of you for being here, and I hope you enjoyed the small bits that did happen. I wish you all good luck in all your future endeavors.

Calling all Supers

I regret to inform you all, that Prussian and I have decided to discontinue this roleplay. Th ank you all so much for your support and participation, I wish you luck in all your future endeavors.

A Bloody Mess

Bishop then remembered he had a gun. A gun he couldn't use. It wasn't that he didn't have ammunition, it was that he didn't have the skill. If he tried to use the gun, he would end up hurting himself, but did he really want them to know that? Did he really want to tell them that in a firefight he'd certainly die? Bishop didn't want to, but when the dog got in the house, and it would, he didn't want to have something that could've saved the three of them.

"Does anyone here know how to shoot a gun?"

~~~~~

The dog paused and sniffed the air. There was easier prey nearby, the beast just didn't know where. The dog walked around the house, following the scent. He was downwind of something, and it smelled delicious. The dog continued to sniff around until he found the source of the stink. There was man hiding in the nearby park, and he looked like an easy snack.
The dog stood and sniffed for a moment, confirming. It let out a low, wheezing growl before bolting towards the man in the bushes. Its breathing was hallow, giving the illusion that it was still alive.
The body, when infected, would still keep it's old habits. The brain still functioned, but it was driven towards another purpose.

@Triage@Remipa Awesome@MissCapnCrunch@Traps

Calling all Supers

May I suggest a fast-forward to the next day?

Does anyone have anything they want to post before that?

If not, I'm going to make another news post.

Original Post Apocalypse Setting

I'm certainly interested, and I'd love to take this madness to Denver and it's constantly expanding rim.

Can hardly wait to see how this turns out!