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I'll just post the DRP theme as it is, hum, topic related? I can't make up anything original about DRP with this in my head.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8oLqquNIxdw
there once was a man named fontaine

whose cleverness was hard to contain

customers were buyin',

he fought with ryan,

they are both Rapture's bane.
Mr. Bree, Mr. Bree
I cannot see
not one, not any
possibility
of you surviving
happily...
You squish
you squash
you become
hogwash
The knives and dives
that crush your mush,
the blades and bombs
that smush your tush,
and all behind it
you will see
an enemy
from your memory
he's got your family
Mr. Bree, Mr. Bree,
I'm very
very
sorry...
PAPERS, PLEASE

The October Labor Lottery is complete. Your name was pulled.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Report to the Ministry of Admission at Grestin Border Checkpoint, you're told.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Your family will have an apartment, but expect it to be Class 8.
Glory to Arstotzka.
This depends on our nation's safety, so you'd better not be late!
Glory to Arstotzka.
First you must allow Arstotzkans entry, but not those of foreign land.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Eventually everyone's welcome, with passport and proper documents in hand.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Criminals and those with contrabands, to jail they shall be sent.
Glory to Arstotzka.
And be careful about terrorists and spies; on our destruction they are hellbent.
Glory to Arstotzka.
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BillyMaysFan59: PAPERS, PLEASE

The October Labor Lottery is complete. Your name was pulled.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Report to the Ministry of Admission at Grestin Border Checkpoint, you're told.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Your family will have an apartment, but expect it to be Class 8.
Glory to Arstotzka.
This depends on our nation's safety, so you'd better not be late!
Glory to Arstotzka.
First you must allow Arstotzkans entry, but not those of foreign land.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Eventually everyone's welcome, with passport and proper documents in hand.
Glory to Arstotzka.
Criminals and those with contrabands, to jail they shall be sent.
Glory to Arstotzka.
And be careful about terrorists and spies; on our destruction they are hellbent.
Glory to Arstotzka.
I really like this, can almost hear the Red Army Choir in singing the refrain:)
Magic is impressive, but now, Minsc leads:
So, thence, yer swords shall you unsheathe!

Swords for everyone!

With our doubly sharp boo-eyes shall we spy,
A highly magic-resistant ochrejelly multiply.

So, even more, swords for everyone!

We blast it, we do, but it resists,
How so; it coolly to win insists?

Damn it, even more swords for each and everyone!

Sadly Minsc had not much sophistication
To resist even a minor divine resurrection.
As kobolds die, the jellies multiply.

“Damps, sword +1 for everyone might just do it?”
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Ragnarblackmane: I really like this, can almost hear the Red Army Choir in singing the refrain:)
The poem and the game shall you name?
Or but a feel-good hanger-on shall you remain?

;-)
FALLOUT:

Radscorpions are red,
Vault suits are blue.
We were enjoying this game
Until Bethesda said, "No Fallout for YOU!"

(okay that format is getting old :D)
A bit grey for poetry, is it not? o_______O
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BillyMaysFan59: A bit grey for poetry, is it not? o_______O
I will adapt your poem to current specifications:
Radscorpions are grey,
Vault suits are grey.
We were not enjoying this grey.
Post edited August 30, 2014 by sunshinecorp
Knights of the table square
With pen and paper laid bare
A DM hides 'hind a screen
While the players imagine the scene
Suddenly at the door there is a knock
And all at the table give out an excited squawk!
For their victuals have arrived, pizza and pop
They feast and roll on not thinking to stop
For gold and monsters await them all
Until their inglorious demise and fall

(Knights of Pen and Paper+1 inspired this, not a terribly great rhyme but maybe more will come to me.)
HAMMERWATCH

Monsters, monsters,
Bats in the air.
Worms here, worms there,
Crawly things everywhere.

Choose your desired class.
Slash 'em down or shoot.
Be sure to explore a lot,
Because there's lots of loot.

Level up as you go,
And defeat all the bosses.
You'll become a badass in no time
As you rack up their losses.
Got permission to post this poem about Kerbal Space Program. It wasn't written by me, I take no credit.

Basically, a friend of mine will randomly write poems about things to one of her friends so they have "something nice to wake up to" when they come on IRC to chat to her. They range from the endearing, to the amusing, to the surreal. This particular one was written after she streamed KSP to said friend demonstrating an orbital rescue, recounting the events.

Enjoy!

Amongst the stars we'll fly tonight
With booster rockets and cabin sealed tight
From VAB to launchpad, we're ready to go
To get into orbit, the fuel must flow
The countdown begins, we're about to leave
Through the thick atmosphere, our rocket will weave
A path out to space, laid down in smoke
We're holding on tight, we're going for broke
The ship tilts over for our gravity turn
Detach the boosters, time for engines to burn
Move through the sky like a low shooting star
For a people without cities, it's kind of bizarre
We're reached apoapsis, engines roar again
A circularising burn, so this is not all in vain
With eccentricity low, we're now weightless out here
Our first visit to space, I may shed a tear
"Don't touch that button", he says, as the engines detach
Now stranded in space, plans must be hatched
To retrieve the data, an excursion, some EVA
With jetpack in hand, Jeb saves the day
He pushed the capsule, at quite a slow pace
Using his hands.. and probably, his face
Periapsis drops enough for some aerobraking
He climbs back aboard, no longer forsaken
The pod re-enters, gaining a lot of heat
But this is Jebdiah. His heart? A steady beat
Parachute deploys, we're now floating down gently
Mission control is watching, ever so intently
Splashdown! He's back! He is sound and safe
With Jebidiah at the controls, who needs faith?
Post edited September 16, 2014 by xyem
And now a quick 'n dirty one about....

MINESWEEPER!

Clicking buttons
Clicking buttons
Moving that ol' mouse around.

Clicking buttons
Clicking buttons
'Till all the mines are found.

Clicking buttons
Clicking buttons
I see numbers blue and red.

Clicking buttons
Clicking buttons
Click that one? I'll go ahead....

Oh shit, it's a mine. I'm dead.
Blood is red
My armor is blue
Demons ate my rocket
here's a bullet for you!

(The Ultimate Doom, of course!)