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Patrick

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  1. Patrick

    A fickle muse tickles yet again

    I have a friend. Let me repeat that. I. Have. A. Friend. Despite everything. Someone who is there. Who believes. More than I do. No...that is wrong. I don't believe. He does. It is enough. It has to be. I...have a friend.
  2. Patrick

    A fickle muse tickles yet again

    There is a hunger You want it No....no... You need...IT Some call it addic- Shhh! That's a nasty word. It's nothing bad. Just something to help... Help you get through... Each and every...day? But... But... You doubt, you fear? But it's always...there Silence your fears. Silence... Silence... Blessed...silence... You need it. That is enough. More than enough. Way more...
  3. Patrick

    A fickle muse tickles yet again

    Tomorrow is a long way away... Three, four maybe even five... How many do you need? How many to pass the... night? Come the morrow, Count the cost? Survival? Lies? And then again. Three, four...five Or even six? The daily toll, Tick tock... Tick Tock... Lies... Lies, LIES! Comfortable...bloody...fucking...LIES! Yes... Yes... Just one more?
  4. Patrick

    A fickle muse tickles yet again

    Hello dear old friend. Just you and me tonight. Seems to be an ongoing trend. Together, we pass the night. Nothing around the bend. Is this our plight? Nothing to really mend. Should that give me a fright? Are you even a friend? Not quite...
  5. Patrick

    A fickle muse tickles yet again

    Life... Sometimes you are a passenger Looking through a window, Trying to make sense of the world outside Life... Just a bloody passenger Someone else in the driver's seat Charting a course you just follow Life... Fuck being a passenger Don't you want to drive from time to time? Life... So now you're driving. Oh, I pity you...
  6. Been talking with a dear friend tonight. The following poems flowed out. There is some language below, you've been warned.
  7. Patrick

    If you can see this...

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  8. Patrick

    If you can see this...

    ...then you are on the new, freshly updated, forums. Welcome!
  9. Patrick

    First Lines (V. 2.0)

    The wind whispers woven words The stream sings soft songs The ocean offers oblivion The ship slowly sails...away Crypt, I really liked the alliteration going on, of course, being me, I had to break it in the last line. Because structure in poems is made to be played with. ;p Next line: The snow-capped mountains of hell
  10. Patrick

    First Lines (V. 2.0)

    Stones thrown through a glass heart - Poor, fragile thing - Will it break apart? Will the pain sting? Hammer blows of emotion to the mind - Flashes of light to the blind - Will it go mad? All emotions drained sad? Or will the glimmer of hope prevail? Will she be able to lift the veil? Her touch breaking - Walls shattering - Hope Love? Lost? Next line: Please stay...just another day
  11. Patrick

    Werewolf IV - an idea

    Well, we'd need at least five or six players if we can get that, I'll mod it. Don't expect daily posts from me either, work has gotten crazy recently.
  12. Patrick

    Werewolf IV - an idea

    Unfortunately, looks like we don't have enough.
  13. Patrick

    Werewolf IV - an idea

    As it seems that Tanny is still busy with real life stuff, I've had an idea for a werewolf game, while we wait for her to get back. You would all be members of a "peaceful" pack of werewolves, living on the distant fringes of a human settlement, living happily while killing sheep and the occasional lone human who graces our territory with his presence. Unbeknownst to you all, a human has infiltrated the pack, and is trying to bring you all down from the inside. So, in werewolf terms: the werewolves would be villagers the human infiltrator would be the wolf seer/baner could be added if player numbers were high Would anyone be interested in such a game?
  14. Patrick

    Hello...

    ...ello...ello...echo...Echo...ECHO!
  15. Patrick

    First Lines (V. 2.0)

    In the dark of the moon There lies a spoon These rhymes are crap You should not clap This poem is just so bad Oh it is really sad Next line: The worst decision that turned out well
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