i will start off with 4 lines, then yo continue until we finish the poem..
(+REP to good lines)
Oh Evony, oh evony,
You really gain a lot of money,
From moneybooks to paypal,
one cant't even pay their rental.
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i will start off with 4 lines, then yo continue until we finish the poem..
(+REP to good lines)
Oh Evony, oh evony,
You really gain a lot of money,
From moneybooks to paypal,
one cant't even pay their rental.
Oh evony oh evony,
I love you so,
Your as cute as a bunny,
as lovable as a doe.
The babe in your page
gives me anger and rage.
Why cant i touch her,
and bring her to mother.
I toss an I turn,
No sleep is forth coming.
My mind is awake,
its constantly running.
If the foe were to attack would I be ready?
Are my troops built?its hard to sleep steady.
everytime i look at my screen
all i care is how i win,
All the battles and heartache,
which only you can make
I scream and i yell,
I deny that its true,
All my troops are dead,
My face is turning blue.
compared to my life,
Evony is a strife.
to survive and multiply,
to quit your alliance and apply.
??
HHAHAHAHA
I killed my whole family,
It had to be them,
No one else knew my login,
i smile with a grin.
I guess no more hacking of my account will go on,
Ill just rebuild im happy their gone.
but as i remember,
my mother owns this computer,
and when she will facebook,
i felt overtook
My dear friend carlos,
Our posts are off track.
It seems your poem is going wack.
Is it my insanity?
The answer is plain.
While killing my family I went insane.
I hope you dont mind my ranting and raving.
I guess its attention that I am craving.
Ill try to stay on topic,
Though its exceedingly hard.
My minds seeing double,
my brain is chared.
to my friend Crushking,
all we do is writing.
Poems are for us to handle
while we light a candle
I know this makes no sense
but we can make it intense.
We Just need some line,
to make this poem fine
If its ok with you its ok with me.
I am enjoying myself(Tehe).
if its ok with you,
then we must continue.
we'll dominate this forum,
and turn it to an aquarium
( LOL, nothing to put at that line.. im pretty enjoying my self)
As amusing as this may be,
what in the world is it doing in OT?
To wax poetic about Evony
this thread should be moved to GD...
But that's where threads go to die,
General Discussion attracts no one's eye!
Thus I believe, with a certain amount of irking,
This thread must remain in this glorious place of... lurking?
Koops, I don't mind poetic fun,
when in OT definitions rightly done!
I just think it's really lame,
when good poetics are used for flame.
If moved this thread will die,
Id rather it not.
Its not the least bit lame,
It has a good plot.
But we can keep this thread on track
Hit it like an NPC attack
So Evony goers can all see
We can write in harmony
I have no poetic sense at all
I just don't have the ball
This is quite stupid though
So... do you have a world I can borrow?
Worlds are conquered, not given
Just keep at it hon, and then
You'll find skills you never knew
That you even had in you!
(Meh, just pretty much created an Evony Poem, seperate from all else.
To spend our time
We play this game.
We type in this forum,
Make things like this poem, all lame.
For the game is called Evony
And we try to Conquer
All the cities and whatnot.
And I say this line, because I won't start a riot.
It's not quite that hard.
But gaining prestige is a pain
Unless you have a gallon of Ballistas
On the supermarket lane.
Cataphracts, Archers, Pikemen
All minor pawns
For some people's wifes nag them
To make them mow the lawn.
But alas we say "Two minutes hun"
But it really takes longer
For the conquest takes time
And I can't find another rhyme.
Maybe one day
We'll put away the knights :knight:
Lay down our king
And stop the fight.
But honestly
We won't do that in a million :modedit: years
For we all should sit back.
And enjoy our beers.
We long for the princess :princess:
That might be of our dreams.
But Evony isn't the right place to go for that.
Because the best you can get here is a beam.
No pirates, :pirate:
No wizards
But on this show called Bleach
I think there is a vizard?
So alas my tale ends :(
Maybe another will soon start.
But until now
Take a life while I fart. :rofl:
Hope you enjoyed it, folks...
As Lord I've readied my cavalryQuote:
Originally Posted by AbstractAngel
They are poised and amazingly fast
Take cover all ye hostiles
And watch as blood is cast........
(love the bypass and excellent verse!)
I've fallen to the wayside
My blood corrupts the ground
Below the heels of cavalry
My troops will ne'er be found
Oh evony oh evony,
why must i wake and farm,
to come to see my cities under attack,
lucky timing A..
with studious eyes I gaze
anticipating what lay in wait
I motion for my horsemen
to swiftly break the gates.....
my citys all suck,
ppl call me a noob.
my name is garthskull,
former deu dude.
My allies dont like me,
I cant figure out why.
Hey can i have more lumber?
I was just told to die.
My traps are all crazy,
They kill my own troops.
My warriors are all dead,
Im thrown for a loop.
My allies all ask:
Where is the enemy coming from?
I reply everwhere.
Why are they calling me dumb?
No one has payed attention to me in some time.
Maybe what i have said has boggled their mind.
It does cost speakers to talk in ally chat.
Of that I am sure,No doubt about that.
It seems i am booted,
I ask myself why.
Must be a glitch,
Ill try to apply.
The host has denied me,
Of this i am shocked.
What have I done?
Why do they mock?
They are attacking my citys,
My fate doth look bleak.
I wonder what happened,
To my allies this week.
They say they are tired of me,
and my begging for resources each day.
I ask them why?They are silent then they say:
You beg and you beg each day with out end.
Its tiring annoying and your not a good friend.
You tell wild storys about attacks that never happen.
Its impossible that they ever could happen.
Your traps do not fill like say each day.
They cannot kill your own troops.I answer in dissmay:
I have tried to figure it out each and every day.
My traps are unique they must be.
For they realy are killing my troops trust me.
They burst out laughing cackling with glee,
I ask all sad why do you mock me?
They do not answer just continue to attack.
I wish there was some way to win my allys back.
My alliance really loves me,
of that, there's no debate.
The only thing that's annoying?
They love me only as bait!
In my imagination,
I'm a Valkyrie of Norse...
In everyone else's estimation,
I'm a better Trojan horse!
oh yeah, im cool
to make this thread full,
Full of nonsense and thoughts,
but we dont use BOTS.
SOmetime right now,
we will see a bow,
Coming from a retired archer,
that has nothing to do but wonder.
Posting this thread makes me say,
why dont we do it my way?
We make a contest for poems,
and reward players with items.
IM SO GOOD.hahaha
he feels not the cold steel blade
as it pierces through his heart
for his eyes only see his maiden
as their souls begin to part
okay...correct me if i'm wrong...i thought we were only supposed to write four lines and continue the poem???? :confused: :o
Okay, lets see if we can rerail
on to the Evony poetic trail...
before we see Abstract
march out the ban cataphract!
ok I am sorry didnt know there were people who really take this seriousQuote:
Originally Posted by LadyKatherine
EDIT: note to mods:Lady katherine didnt spamm there was a message of mine that I deleted
not a problem..have fun!!!! :)
Very Nice +RepQuote:
Originally Posted by Crushking33
In Evony we hold the best Sword of all,
Shinny And Smooth, And Rather Small.
Oh How Perfect It Does Appear,
This Harmfull Looking Little Spear.
By Its Size I Would Not Guess,
Or The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell,
I've Wandered Through The Fires Of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite The Same,
Since I Chose To Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind For Hours On End,
A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Curse And Made Me Cry,
And Hate Myself And Want To Die.
It Promises Me A Thing Called Lord,
when it kills it's target I will not be Bored.
To Master a sword Such As the,
Should Not Be Very Hard At All you see.
But My Desires The Sword Refuses,
And Does Exactly As It Chooses.
It Cuts And Slices And Sometimes Dies,
And rebuilt Before My very Eyes.
It's Made Me Whimper Like A Pup,
And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take To Drink To Ease My Sorrow,
But The Sword Knows ... I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
HATTENATOR
KILL THE NEcROMANCER!!!!!!
No... let him show himself first! Takes forward my AG3 and AWP =D
Fine... *gets AK47*
He will live... for the next 2 seconds
Hmph. *aims*
Yes... *Scopes out target* *Fires* This d00d is toasted