Engineer's Lament
by: MMaster, 10-30-99
It's sad to be an engy,
but there lies the greatest need,
so an engy I'll become,
my team for to please.
I'll stick to my defense,
and never wander far,
I'll be settin' up in here,
that's where the enemies are.
I'll build me up my gun,
and place my dispenser there,
now I'll stock up in the respawn,
no time to stop and stare.
Frantically I try my best
to set in place my D,
a pack or two from all you,
makes a huge diff'rence to me.
You may not understand,
and appreciate me less,
just be 'round to help me,
if I get into a mess.
I'll hold 'em back at the gates,
and in the flag room too,
you'll see me laughing merrily,
as my EMP turns them to goo.
My gun is trackin' in right now,
and enemies start hoppin',
a beep or two is all they knew,
and then they started droppin'.
Buildin' up your armor,
and tossin' all those packs,
sends me back once again,
to replace what I now lack.
Suddenly I see a message,
coming from my team,
an enemy using my dispenser?
I still can hear his scream.
Runnin' by my teammates,
repairin' armor on the fly,
whacked one with my spanner,
Holy Hell, it's a spy!
My gun just mows him down now,
like fresh grass in the spring,
pump a couple shotgun rounds,
to make it a sure thing.
Now, you'll hear old engy's talkin'
'bout how hard 'tis to be,
the only teammate dedicated,
to shoring up the D.
You'll also hear 'em saying,
what a thankless task 'tis,
always helpin' others,
with this engy biz.
Well, we won our game that day,
and thanks be to us all,
enemies went down like leaves,
and us all standing tall.
I got no praise that day,
and in truth, expected none,
but they all know they count on me,
to get the tough jobs done.
My dispensers been destroyed
and my SGs ammo spent,
but you'll never hear from me again,
'bout the Engineer's Lament.
©1999 - "MMaster" - All Rights Reserved
Gloom Keep
by: Ross Quilling, 10-30-99
Before I began trudging forward on my dismal journey,
I slumped down against the grisly gate of -
Gloom Keep.
My well-trained eyes scanned the area,
I looked to the sky, in hopes of - normalcy.
However, much to my dismay,
it was the same dark sky as before,
No, dark doesn’t begin to explain it -
It’s blacker than the black feathers of a
Raven.
The dark gray clouds that stain the sky,
unlike any on Earth,
Sweep across in such a way that,
you know -
this could only be,
the Netherworld.
Looking down ,
my eyes rested upon the keep -
Gloom Keep.
Under the stone bridge from which I sat;
lied a moat, it’s murky waters reflecting
the daunting sky,
like a parallel dimension,
two skies, two worlds...
It was possible...
Afterall, the sky I sat under
was not the same sky,
any human had ever seen before...
At that thought,
a chill went down my spine,
as the feeling of loneliness swept over me
once again.
By now I was shaking so vigorously that,
my helmet was chattering against the gate,
My forehead was dripping with sweat, and
the handle on my rifle was
covered with it.
I took a deep breath and calmed myself.
The Keep itself was;
not unlike ancient castles of Earth
It was dark, and shadowy,
the only illumination coming from -
walltorches, mounted upon the stone walls.
The whole scene beared the uncanny resemblance of,
The darkest, grimmest,
nightmares,
of all humanity,
lodged in our heads since the dark ages...
"That was the point..." I whispered,
just now putting it all together.
It was no coincidence their world
was this way...
Assembling a man’s nightmares,
A man faced with such things would...
go mad with paranoia...
It was an unthinkable tactic,
but, there it was.
"I’ve gotta meet up with the remainder of my team -
If anyone else is still alive...
Oh, I pray to God that
someone is."
I checked my equipment,
pulled myself up,
dusted myself off,
crossed myself,
And began walking across the stone footbridge,
towards the forboding keep -
Gloom Keep
©1999 - "Ross Quilling" - All Rights Reserved
The Drop
by: Ross Quilling, 10-30-99
My platoon rushes through the docking bay
Red lights whirl around like crazed comets
We climb aboard our assigned dropship
Dozens of platoons board their respective dropships
The door closes up behind our Lt. as he boards
The ship’s Cptn. tells us we’ll be dropping in a single minute
**Sshhuummpp**
The G-racks slide down to hold us in place
The Lt. re-debrief’s us on our mission,
I try to listen, but I can’t concentrate
I’m excited and scared at the same time
Our dropship begins to slide out into space
The Cptn. tells us good luck
**cuu - CLICK**
The dropship clicks off the rail,
it rocks side to side as it floats off,
stabilizing as the engines turn on
The power of the engines rumbles through me like thunder
Blood courses through my veins as the adrenalin heightens
The dropship begins to accelerate quickly as we enter the planet’s atomosphere
Beads of sweat roll down my forehead,
I wipe them off with my gloved hand
My buddy since boot gives me a thumbs up,
and howls with excitement
I force a smile and return the gesture
It’s hard, because of the tremendous G-forces
A little less than 1,000 feet from the ground,
the retros fire, and our acceleration slows
**thuuUMP**
After we hit the ground, the G-racks move back up
The door lowers and we crowd out
Hundreds of CAP troopers are streaming out around us
Already landed dropships fire off white phospherous flares,
for landing dropships, they remind me of fireworks back home
Everything has a blue tint because of bursts from plasma bugs
Platoons spread out across the rocky terrain
My platoon sits behind a ledge, looking out across the expanses,
we can see hundreds of them,
Bugs, each one as deadly as the next
Then it hits me, the drop isn’t what I should have been fearing.
I hear the Lt., "Fire at will!!"
©1999 - "Ross Quilling" - All Rights Reserved
Hit1
by: Hitm@n->=), 10-30-99
When a mans heart is full of deciet
It burns up
dies
And a dark shadow falls over his soul
From the ashs of a once great man has rissen a curse
A wrong that must be righted
We look to the skys for a vindicator
Someone to strike fear Into the heart of the sandman that created him
The battle between good and evil has began
Against an army of shadows
Comes a dark warrior
A previaller of good
With the voice of truth
And a misson of justice
©1999 - "Hitm@n->=)" - All Rights Reserved
Bot Lament
by: RinceWind, 10-30-99
With battleaxe and sword I rode
With lances I stood tall
Grenades I have thrown
Bajonets fixed
Only to lay in a cold grave
Through mists of morning
Or in the summers heat
Eyes with rage, hearts with fear
The enemy I have seen
Only to lay in a cold grave
Here I lay and wait
Till the drum roll sounds
Till the trumpets call
And I see my comrades again
To fight another game
©1999 - "RinceWind" - All Rights Reserved
Long Shot
by: MMaster, 10-30-99
Find my place,
then scan the scene,
pay attention, to the bridge between,
see my enemy and charge my shot,
let him run into my dot,
pull the trigger when it's on his face,
one sharp crack ends his race.
Moving now,
to hide again,
never stay where I've been,
find a view of their base,
kill one more, to his disgrace,
confused they are, and angry now,
they drop like flies and wonder how.
On the move,
and find a perch,
one more shot, the engy lurched,
they fire back to no avail,
kill their medic, hear him wail,
that's four down now, I'm in the groove,
I see their sniper has something to prove.
Hastily fired,
but horribly missed,
mine strikes home, and now he's pissed,
wait a few and he's back once more,
his head explodes in a shower of gore,
now he knows the skills I've acquired,
he's seen me in action, I hope he's inspired!
I'm feeling hot,
cause I'm on a roll,
six men are down, and I'm taking my toll,
some like the defense, and others attack,
I like to snipe and keep the other team back,
some run in fear of the little red dot,
I like it fine, I'll take the Long Shot!
©1999 - "MMaster" - All Rights Reserved
True-life writing of TFC that worked!
by: [WOLF]Whypick1, 10-30-99
Let me set the scene first. This quarter i have creative writing. And last week we had to do poetry.
Well, i challenged my self to try to create something TFC and comptent so as not to make me look
like a nerd (wait, i'm already considered that). Any way, i only got one piece to really work, but
i got Author of the Week from it!!! Here it is, slightly edited to fit TFC more:
The only thing I yearn
Is a chance to burn
Anything and everything in my way
The only thing I seek
Is to burn things every week
And to take it out on you
The only I play
Is burning stuff all day
Like a wildfire
And the last thing that I love
Is to burn below and above
I’m on fire!
©1999 - "[WOLF]Whypick1" - All Rights Reserved
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