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T8R Raid
BIG BAD W0LVES
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Posted - 2014.01.15 20:16:00 -
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Oh lark, the dropship pilot could see,
oh the woes, with the battle enraged,
his leader pointed out, that objective dee,
was under attack, but no blueberries engaged.
I turned my ship, port, then starboard,
to dodge railguns, that have not been confirmed,
I ducked down low, my leader already bored,
he suffers from ADD, and waiting makes him squirm.
I'm almost in position, above our current project
my leader, jumping prematurely
goes splatter, his body, across my aft deck
negative points, im recieving surely
Unchecked dishonesty can promote the perception that one must cheat to remain competitive.
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THE GREY CARDINAL
PSU GHOST SYNDICATE
DARKSTAR ARMY
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Posted - 2014.01.15 20:52:00 -
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Patience and intelligence waning
Wading through all the complaining
The QQing and clueless fools
A burden being sharp among dull tools
I'm not saying that cool mercs can't be found
Their brains in check, their logic sound
But sometimes they're few and far between
I mean hard to find, hard to be seen
Among "DUST is dead" and "CCP lies"
"so and so is OP" and "I'm quitting, bye bye"
A shame that one must wade through so much dross
When one comes to the forums for the latest gos
 Just jokes, I love the DUST 514 community. 
Electronic Warfare GOD in the making
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Onesimus Tarsus
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Posted - 2014.01.15 21:04:00 -
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They talk
of shining knives in the blur
unseen they say
and I, not I but one like me
abstain
Where the whiff of smoke never reaches
helmeted and sealed
seeing red, and wanting to see more
my hand drifting down to
a so soon empty holster
I respawn, I respond, I reload, I relax
the hills have gold, but hidden still
and the awful monsters below
see me as gold
and as gold I will
I got my hand around the pistol grip, and the safety's off.
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T8R Raid
BIG BAD W0LVES
131
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Posted - 2014.01.15 21:13:00 -
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As I run around, scan attempt prevented
I carry my knives, and my swarm launcher
but over yonder, and around two bends
a rather large gun, a blueberry stomper
I check my missles, and count all my bombs
i cut at the air, just a few times
i skirt and i pull pull the ole,' hey! wheres tom?'
behind my bottom, i hear bullets and chimes
I round that corner, and before my eyes
that tank, much like a pig, is stomping in delight
in my head i make a plan, full of treachery and lies
i strap an RE, prime a grenade, fill the air with sizzling light
the piggy does snort, with intentions well known
stomping the ground, with 2 treads on go
all he sees is swarms, thinking im a clown
i click my REs and surprise be to him, another grenade and the rest is so-so.
Unchecked dishonesty can promote the perception that one must cheat to remain competitive.
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