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Weekend Challenge: Get Seriously Dark...
🕑 Added 2019-02-16 20:22:15 +0000 UTCGoth Guard: "Uuugh, all this Secret Hearts Festival lovey-dovey mush is making me sick. I think I need to get seriously dark right now. Like, a poem that makes you want to just evaporate into a cumulous of sadness and rain down on everyone."
Comment with a poem to help lower the Goth Guard's Morale. Hit the Like button if she is becoming one of your favorite Guards in Faulty Apprentice.
*Outstanding poems may be featured in game!
Chapter Two should be starting next week for Royal Guards to test and coming to Knight tiers shortly after that!
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Note: This goth guard sprite used in this challenge is out of date and missing her tattoos. Sorry, but its all that was available at the time of this post XD
Comments
Eldritch Wizard
My looks sucks them in My fragrance is so enticing But as they grab ahold Their finger I do pierce. Treasured by those that I am given too For love is it supposed to represent But as I wilt away in front of them My meaning should be apparent Nothing lasts forever.
Michael Hawk
my time runs out reaper at my door no voice to shout my life - no more. this world - annoyed much hurt n pain embrace the void your soul unchain'd the final breath as lights go dark escape to death i leave no mark
TextileMonster
But I still love you, Goth Guard!
TextileMonster
You worry about death, say life's an affliction/ But in truth it is not, for your life is mere fiction./Your sole purpose in life, a side character in a video game/Your memories are planted, you don't have a real name/Your existence will end when someone hits 'quit'/ And there isn't a thing you can do about it.
Mooboy2000
I look out into the darkness it weighs just right the moon as black as sackcloth people filled with fear and flight. Death and darkness has it's place but yet I feel abashed I want to run naked into deaths arms stashed. The others just don't understand me thinking I'm just a fool how great their fear is to me they are just tools.
Dale Cromwell
Roses are red Violets are blue The festival is terrible apparently But so are you! Yeah it’s all lovey dovey And everyone is having fun But isn’t this just a chance To see if you can find the one? It may not be your scene But you’ve got to see the light Some of these smiles and kisses Surely have got to be alright?
