Feedback thread

[Day]

all the bg mods are fat

[Ksandra]

I know I am.

[Boyiee]

Got em.

[BaneTheBrawler]

all the bg mods are fat

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I've been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I'm the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across the USA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You're fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that's just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You're fucking dead, kiddo.

[Gredival]

HUEHUEHUEHUE

[D44kpunk]

lmao

[D44kpunk]

must be a piece of feedback or something when you fail your GED test that you should ping sonoma/ragns to become a moderator on bluegartr

[Apelila]

Page 1 of this thread is something I didn't know I needed until it was received.

From the mansplanation of "I don't think you understand why people come to forums" to the death of Guartz, there are no words. We need a poet.

[Andalusian girls]

i wrote a poem for a creative writing class about my addiction to goldfish once

[Andalusian girls]

Goldfish

Their laughter manacles my hope in the ground
my will seared, and salted, and straining.

Their smiles belayed by a dead doll’s eyes.
Yet, they have no teeth, and feel only my bite.

There is no joy in this falling victory,
there is no joy, for the Greeks are few,
and far from home.

With my median breath I spit my hate, and love, at thee.

Yet you are no whale, and there is no struggle,
a mere fish of gold, cheddar composed,
Sisyphus-bound, I am in hell.

[Andalusian girls]

this is my application for BG's poet laureate

[Zealot]

It doesn't even rhyme.

Sent from my SM-N960U using Tapatalk

[BaneTheBrawler]

i also wrote some poems for a creative writing class. one about the moment i met my wife, one about a Pathfinder character I created and also used in the class's short story, one about the first time I saw Lake Superior, one about my dogs, and one about Legos.

WHO WANTS SOME BAD POETRY

[BaneTheBrawler]

fuck it you gettin some

FALLEN STAR

He walks alone along the darkest shore,
the deeps, they call with sweet alluring voice,
his eyes for journey's end and nothing more.

But still he hears the call and has a choice,
though it be wrong perhaps it serves the end,
though price once paid may turn his blood to ice.

He holds his course though it begins to bend,
his feet grow numb as water leeches heat,
and still his eyes alone for journey’s end.

At last with ice cold hands his goal is meet:
The universal foe held in defeat.

[Anoat]

Feedback thread huh

How bout you feedback deez nuts

[Dimmauk]

Goldfish

Their laughter manacles my hope in the ground
my will seared, and salted, and straining.

Their smiles belayed by a dead doll’s eyes.
Yet, they have no teeth, and feel only my bite.

There is no joy in this falling victory,
there is no joy, for the Greeks are few,
and far from home.

With my median breath I spit my hate, and love, at thee.

Yet you are no whale, and there is no struggle,
a mere fish of gold, cheddar composed,
Sisyphus-bound, I am in hell.

White Rappers.

[Roranora]

Mert, let me kindly say we eagerly await your contribution to BG poems by spam

[Dimmauk]

fuck it you gettin some

FALLEN STAR

He walks alone along the darkest shore,
the deeps, they call with sweet alluring voice,
his eyes for journey's end and nothing more.

But still he hears the call and has a choice,
though it be wrong perhaps it serves the end,
though price once paid may turn his blood to ice.

He holds his course though it begins to bend,
his feet grow numb as water leeches heat,
and still his eyes alone for journey’s end.

At last with ice cold hands his goal is meet:
The universal foe held in defeat.

[Xno Kappa]

Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Baby shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Baby shark

Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Mommy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Mommy shark

Daddy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Daddy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Daddy shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Daddy shark

Grandma shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandma shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandma shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandma shark

Grandpa shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandpa shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandpa shark, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Grandpa shark

Let's go hunt, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Let's go hunt, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Let's go hunt, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Let's go hunt

Run away, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Run away, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Run away, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Run away

Safe at last, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Safe at last, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Safe at last, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Safe at last

It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
It's the end, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
It's the end

[BaneTheBrawler]

LEGO BRICKS

One by one the bricks snap into place,
by slim young fingers moved to vital slot,
unhurried by the time he sets his pace,
assembly toward what goal the world knows not.

A ship to sail the seven seas, or more?
A truck to ease the workman's thankless toil?
A plane to rule the skies forevermore?
A craft to leave this planet's ancient soil?

The cogs begin to turn as project forms,
its shape still vague and hard to recognize,
it could be something fit to weather storms,
or something meant to give the world new eyes.

At last the builder sets his work aside,
a train car meant to be a kingly ride.