TFC Cinquain
by: [Flux]Armengar, 10-21-99
Demo lays
Ground so tender
Smell of war sweet above
Blinding flash before searing heat
Silence
[Ed. Note: Armengar says this is a, "2-4-8-2 style called Cinquain which was an adpatation of Haiku by a North American woman. Just to prove TFCers arent uncultured. :)"]
©1999 - "[Flux]Armengar" - All Rights Reserved
TFC Haiku
by: ]aW[outlaw*Torn, 10-21-99
MIRV silently waits
Parents die while offspring thrive
Fire, blood, frags = SPAM
©1999 - "]aW[outlaw*Torn" - All Rights Reserved
Pyro's Glow
by: MMaster, 10-10-99
Stocking up first,
to feed the flames,
it's now time to start,
our serious game.
Don't you come near,
our flag room D,
our you will burn,
because of me.
My warning's not heeded,
and here comes the scouts,
dropping like flies,
attacks turn into routs.
They send in the soldiers,
but I'm ready for that,
they're already on fire,
due to my rocket attack.
Now come the demos,
with spam and grenades,
a couple quick throws,
now my napalm is laid.
They just can't get by me,
and they're starting to squirm,
no flag will leave here,
and I'm standing firm.
Attacking in twos now,
and sometimes in threes,
I'll break all their spirits,
and they'll drop to their knees.
They want even more,
of my fiery breath,
like a dragon of old,
I'll keep dealing death.
Here come their spies,
'cause they still haven't learned,
they just don't quite get,
that disguises still burn.
tanks getting dry,
and ammo is low...
time to call in,
that engy I know.
he built up my armor,
and tossed me a pack,
he takes over D,
now I get to attack.
Rockets a plenty,
and fire as well,
defenders engulfed,
in the fires of hell!
Down to the flag,
while escorting our scout,
they can't take him down
because of the flames that I spout.
Sowing confusion,
and reaping rewards,
fire keeps killing,
those unwary guards.
We finally win,
and surprise reigns supreme,
pyros aren't useless,
they're part of a team.
The game is now over,
and now enemies know,
nothing burns hotter
than a good Pyro's Glow.
©1999 - "MMaster" - All Rights Reserved
I Am
by: SilentHunter, 10-21-99
I am the wind
When I run.
When you turn to shoot
I am gone.
I am the hunter that waits
For you to cross my path.
With my long sleek rifle
I am death.
I am offense
And defense, all in one.
While my rockets are firing
I am hell.
I am the defender
That lays explosive traps for you.
When you hear an explosion
I am near.
I am the doc
That cures my comrades.
For your team
I am a disease.
I am ready to kill
When my assault cannon starts spinning.
You can’t stop me
I am a walking tank.
I am pure havoc
While my flames burn.
You can not scorch me
I am a human fire.
I am pain
When my knife slides into your throat.
Nobody will find me
I am the shadows.
I am a worker
Building my mechanical monster.
When my sentry gun beeps
I am laughing.
©1999 - "SilentHunter" - All Rights Reserved
3 Poems
by: Blue Flame, 10-10-99
Spy vs. Engineer
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3...2...1... BOOM! There goes another one!
I run and hide and act like I died.
Then wait for another one!
What fun!
Spy vs. Sniper
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You turn bright red cause you shot me dead.
So I sneak behind
which takes little time
and knife you in the head!
Scout vs. Sentry Gun
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I run around all the way down to cap a silly flag.
I turn around and with a big frown I say "oh look there is another one!"
©1999 - "Blue Flame" - All Rights Reserved
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