Tribal Poetry Jam

[jesi]

An old chief once said
The smooth stones from Darwoth's tears
Sharpen a blade best

[Icon]

Brazier range has been adjusted
Leaving my base slightly busted
A knife right now really wont help
I'm giving this game a ****** review on yelp
People don't normally escape the tribe
But somehow twice I survived
Nice to know im one of the better players
I'm gonna smoke a bowl, and listen to Slayer

\m/

[thais]

Brazier range has been adjusted
Leaving my base slightly busted
A knife right now really wont help
I'm giving this game a ****** review on yelp
People don't normally escape the tribe
But somehow twice I survived
Nice to know im one of the better players
I'm gonna smoke a bowl, and listen to Slayer

\m/

WIN

[Tylan]

To king and country the cry was made
"Submit and ensure our Treaty is paid -
in return, we will grant you all safe haven
that you may live peacefully in this land of Salem.
Many paid the toll, but more resisted,
unwilling to trade freedom and play unassisted
to the force that sought to unite the server;
a Tribe led by such an altruistic preserver.
Because Chief pitied the criminal scum
his culling was swift, and from
that day his scalp collection grew
until the Resistance numbered very few.
Russians, Darwoth, Mushi and more
all fled before the rising hoard
to other lands beyond Boston's beach
until peace in Plymouth was finally in reach!
And then the world was born anew.
To heaven Chief, jorb, and loftar flew
leaving Salem in the hands of Carter
who has already proven himself much smarter
and more capable of the community's needs,
whose perspective and advice he often heeds.
So now the Tribe continues to cause a ruckus
Until the day Chief returns to exact everlasting justice.

[HubertCumberdale]

There once was a tribe of midgets
Whose numbers ran into low digits.
They'd brag and they'd post
But still known to most
The group had become much less prestigious.

[er-queent8r]

Why can't you see
The tribe is giving knives away practically for free
We are trying to help you out
With this special discount
You see the tribe is good
Unless you are a criminal in the hood
Cross us if you dare
But you better beware
We will find your base wherever you are
No one is to far
Now I finish this story I tell
Wish you all faewell

[alagar]

There once was a chief,
who hung his head,
not in shame,
but in exuberant, joyous, ******.
Gone is the chief,
but the ****** remains.

[Ikpeip]

Good evening,

There once was a hunter named Marv
Who needed a knife that would carve
Rather than buy from the Tribe
He offered a gibe
And his whole town did starve

Faithfully,

-PmP

[Icon]

a haiku

Sylibils is hard

The end

[trungdle]

Love poetry. JC pls pls archive those somewhere so all noobs can see them.