EDIT: Could a mod change my title to something a little more suitable? I didn't realize this was going to be an ongoing project.
...I'll turn it into a song, YouTube it, and post it here.
I'm not free until Thursday, though (maybe Fri 4:00 KST). Also, PM me a copy of your poem, in case I miss yours somehow.
Guidelines: 1. No swears, or incredibly crude language. I'll let a couple things slide though, especially if the crude language is funny. 2. Follow TL guidelines. If you have to ask about if you can write something, the answer is probably no. Use your own judgment. 3. I get to pick which 'songs' I sing. Every video will be entirely improvised (piano and vocals), just to spice things up a bit. 4. It can be prose as well, no need to rhyme. But rhymes are obviously preferred. 5. Make it at least two lines. I'm not a bit fan of couplets or haikus, just as a heads up. EDIT: 6. From now on, if you want to, you can suggest a style or speed for me to use. Have fun!
If the thread is bumped down by Thursday (which it likely will), I'll probably just bump it and edit this post.
EDIT: Here we go! Sound is kinda crappy quality- I sing louder than I speak >_<. So turn them down for video one.
It's 5 fucking AM, I am in the dark again. It's almost 6 AM, and I don't know where to begin. I make shitty lyrics, I can't get things done. I can't forgive my dad, for fucking my bum.
I hate everything, but alas I have Starcraft. I have Mikey too, and Raithed to make fun to, But why why why, Do I make such complicated lyrics? Oh I know why, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
I beg Raithed for beer, I beg my mom for sex. I try to forget what had happened next.
I find myself on the table, My legs spread and my hole gaped. DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR BEER TO GET BUTT RAPED?
An ideaaaaaaaa! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh. I will project-my-awkward-feelings ...Into a poem About Raitheddddddddd. Because on my own. I am GAYYYYYYYYYYY
I gazed upon the sun, meditating, as I run. "Art thou possessable? Art thou real? Doth man have thee, doth this be what you feel?" Feeling empty and accursed, yet exploding with joyous burst.
Choices hath been made, I got a second chance. our bloodthirst, brethren, preceptible at first glance. Thou lie behind me, choices so hard, what doth I do, life left me scarred.
Battlecries, soaring through the sky, fight fight, emotions so high.
Now, brothers, let me join thy combat! Listen, ho! Defend thy homeworld, to fear say: NO!
We are one, united we stand, Tassadar, I follow thy command.
It's cute, it's sweet, You keep mentioning my dad's meat. It's obvious that you're fixated, From the time you were pentrated, By the cold hard dildo of real life. Now you take it daily from a sharpened knife.
You can't even rhyme, but it's okay that you failed. It's not too late to save face, if right now you bailed From this battle of wits, aka my domination. If you continue you'll again feel castration At the hands of my never-ending verbiage You can't understand it, your mind is garbage.
So I will end this poem now with these words, I simplified them, these are your rewards. For your attempts at ownage, I empathize. This verse, you can call it a reprise, I feel sorry for you, that you still message me for help, You are pathetic - you are a sad little whelp.
--- Note: As I was writing this, Raithed asked me for physics help LOL.
I get it, I'm bad at math, You don't have to shove it in my ass. It's fine, it's okay. I can deal with this on a good day. You say that my poems don't rhyme, Fine, but at least I know how to spell "penetrated," all the time. Leave me alone about my math, At least I don't get fucked by the shaft,
You make yourself look more of a douchebag, When you slur up random words, Just fucking give up, you're dull; Save yourself some pride and raise the white flag. This is nonsense, How I'm going to own you, But that's okay, you're raised on cents.
Oh Fanatacist, my little Russian friend, DEFEND, DEFEND, DEFEND, This is your end.
Let's play some Brood War, Winner take all, *But wait. I forgot. You're poor. *Fuck it all. *Your dick. *It's small. *Your mind. *It stalls.
Why the fuck am I writing this poem and talking to you on AIM at all?
divinek: (on further reflection it's probably "divine kay" and not dih-vih-neck)
I'm bored at work Time go fast it won't To speed things up All I need is a fucking don't
PS1: Sorry if that doesn't make sense, I never wrote a poem in english PS2: For those who don't get it, the last line should be "All I need is a fucking don't stop", but it wouldn't rhyme
There once was a thread on tl.net It tried to discover the source of ambition After 27 pages nothing came to fruition There are still 9 days to wait yet I guess we will all just sit and fret
Everyone has a plausible theory Will we all be the April's fools? What more can be said about us tools Hopefully the news isn't so dreary That we all turn teary T.t
I walk the streets since I'm so poor, I borrow cars, but no girlfriend to call, "whore." I play Protoss yet I suck, I lack APM and bad luck.
"Teamliquid is my refuge," I scream and whine, I'm so ugly when I look in the mirror, I wish I was blind. Kicking rocks outside because I have no consoles, Can't get good at Starcraft, I need a new proposal.
WHY WHY WHY, I scream and yell. I punch and holler and jump until I fell. Nerf tanks! Nerf dragoons! Nerf Zerg too!
Damn myself and damn this game, Since Raithed is asking for math help, he is to be blamed.
I quit Starcraft, quit forums too? What would Rekrul do? My last option: to lurk Raithed, Finding my starvation and find faith.
I got banned, WHY WHY WHY!? Oh, I get it, I'm the biggest douchebag of this land.
Ooooooh Raithed In your words I now have faith That I have found your biggest secret You are stupid; you are an inbred
Ooooooh Raithed No wonder you're not unscathed By the terrors of your childhood It is my fault, I never understood
*quietly* did your alcoholic dad beat you too hard? did kids at school call you a retard? did your mom sell herself for food scraps to AIDS-infested whore-seeking chaps?
*crescendo* OOOH RAITHED HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL TO SEE THAT YOU'RE NOT JUST A TOOL YOU'RE A TRAUMATIZED LITTLE KID FROM THE HORRORS YOU WOULD NOT ADMIT
IT'S OKAY, NOW I SEE THE LIGHT IT'S REALLY OKAY, IT'S REALLY ALRIGHT I'M SORRY FOR INSULTING YOUR INTELLIGENCE YOU WERE NEVER DESTINED FOR EXCELLENCE FROM THE START YOU'VE HAD JUST ONE FATE I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU LOOK- IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE
*normal* To you, this life, it's all just a gaaameee You're clueless, you don't even know IT'S NAAAMEEEE OOH This game, we call it success But due to your past's duress It is clear you will never win If community college you fail in
*crescendo* OOOH RAITHED HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO IGNORANT YOUR INCOMPREHENSION MAKES YOU BELLIGERANT BUT IT'S OKAY, I REALLY UNDERSTAND IT'S NOT IN YOUR VAGINA THAT YOU HAVE SAND
*quiet - outro* it's all in your head, it's all in your head, hand against chest, hand against chest, over and over, allowing no rest, you present to me the retard's salute one plus one you can't compute it's all in your head, it's all in your heaadddd...
Such an enchantment my neighbors have cast: Never a moment is dull. Decades go by, and they scream and they blast Hideous sounds, which for music have passed, Sledgehammers bashing my skull.
Parties and arguments ring through the air From that inimical tribe: Migraines and sleep deprivation; despair. “Thou shalt not murder” – my God, is that fair? All I can do is imbibe.
Suddenly, zerglings run down from the hill, Mutalisks screech in the skies, Out of all crevices hydralisks spill, Etching with acid the Overmind’s will, Hissing envenomed goodbyes.
Choppers, each seeking a newsworthy gaze, Shatter, colliding with scourge, Setting the buildings below them ablaze. Neighbors, like hens minus heads in the haze, Scream their own funeral dirge.
Burn them! Demolish the things they hold dear, Monsters from video games! Sunder their sanity’s thinning veneer; I shall observe it and guzzle my beer. May it all rot in the flames.
One last bump. I'm gonna try and get this done in a few hours. I have to configure my scanner (for school) and set up the webcam then I'm good to go. So hopefully tonight.
On March 19 2008 10:53 B1nary wrote: I'm a little zergling short and stout These are my claws and this is my mouth I'm a little zergling short and stout Press s-z and pop me out!
i rhyme in the back of my mind, to take me back to the time. where we were together.
shit i have so much rage inside of me. so many tears to be shed. so many THINGS to be said. but in the end, i'll still work to make you smile. you'll see.
Update in OP. Please give me comments about anything. Really need to learn more chord progressions. You can probably tell I play the drums more often lol
Every year all I can think about is you Every month all I can think about is you Every waking hour, every shedding tear All I ever want is to make you disappear
But I'm addicted to the shiny blue, and the way you make me want to pursue, a life in challenging gaming, a life in all thats true. Oh, Team Liquid, I am addicted to you
I have tried to quit, I have tried for so long But the love we have is way too strong I keep returning to this amazing site So I want to declare my love tonight
I love this Team Liquid, and the running horses I love Team Liquid, and all that it endorses Oh every time I visit, it is surely a delight I want to make love to Team Liquid tonight
<3 Good chord picks, wish I could play piano >_> Really good job, it's crazy you made it seem like a real song! I was actually singing this song in my head when I thought of the lyrics:
I'm bored at work Time go fast it won't To speed things up All I need is a fucking don't
PS1: Sorry if that doesn't make sense, I never wrote a poem in english PS2: For those who don't get it, the last line should be "All I need is a fucking don't stop", but it wouldn't rhyme
On March 20 2008 22:23 Snet wrote: i like your fingernails
you squint alot also, it kinda creeps me out
Well if you noticed, I was looking outside the window and the sun was in my eyes A LOT. Also, I find that I'm more of a modest person, so the squinting and scratching my head is more due to a lack of self confidence if anything =[. Fingernails- yes they need to be clipped. Or was that a genuine comment? Mic quality- it will be fixed for he next one- I'll turn sensitivity down (as I sing quite loudly) and speak louder into the microphone.
Haha, that was great. I agree that a much faster tempo would go better (for Evan's mutalisk and probably for mine), but My Broodling Romance was brilliantly done, and the physics one had me snorting beer onto the keyboard.
There once was a thread on tl.net It tried to discover the source of ambition After 27 pages nothing came to fruition There are still 9 days to wait yet I guess we will all just sit and fret
Everyone has a plausible theory Will we all be the April's fools? What more can be said about us tools Hopefully the news isn't so dreary That we all turn teary T.t
Wow .. you are talented, inspirational, and truly modest! Very nice improvisation and you should definitely consider majoring in music (if you haven't already done so). Keep up the good work.
Smother me with all your might and I might stay the night, Come calm me when my heart isn't still and we look up the lights. Please don't worry, I'm just doing fine, Come back to me when you find the time.
I don't care where you are or what you have to say I don't give a fuck or care enough to find the time today. I can't see you anymore cause I'm going blind. Don't bother me when I am at your sister's party, locking eyes, intertwine.
wow, too emo. new poem!
I walk the streets since I'm so poor, I borrow cars, but no girlfriend to call, "whore." I play Protoss yet I suck, I lack APM and bad luck.
"Teamliquid is my refuge," I scream and whine, I'm so ugly when I look in the mirror, I wish I was blind. Kicking rocks outside because I have no consoles, Can't get good at Starcraft, I need a new proposal.
WHY WHY WHY, I scream and yell. I punch and holler and jump until I fell. Nerf tanks! Nerf dragoons! Nerf Zerg too!
Damn myself and damn this game, Since Raithed is asking for math help, he is to be blamed.
I quit Starcraft, quit forums too? What would Rekrul do? My last option: to lurk Raithed, Finding my starvation and find faith.
I got banned, WHY WHY WHY!? Oh, I get it, I'm the biggest douchebag of this land.
Okay, well I'm at home (away from university city) so my parents will find it strange what I'm singing about. If they leave the house, I'll do volume two. If not, I'll do it Thursday.
I think My Broodling Romance turned out the best due to two things: A: It was a good length for a song. TWOOOOOO: It had a chorus lol.
So from now on if you don't have a chorus, I will take excerpts and make my own.
Volume II will encompass every new poem posted here so far.
Mike
PS: If you could also PM me your songs, it would be very helpful. Then I can just go through my inbox to see what lies ahead.
In volume III, I will suggest that you give me a tempo or style to work with. It takes me out of my comfort zone.
Ooooooh Raithed In your words I now have faith That I have found your biggest secret You are stupid; you are an inbred
Ooooooh Raithed No wonder you're not unscathed By the terrors of your childhood It is my fault, I never understood
*quietly* did your alcoholic dad beat you too hard? did kids at school call you a retard? did your mom sell herself for food scraps to AIDS-infested whore-seeking chaps?
*crescendo* OOOH RAITHED HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SUCH A FOOL TO SEE THAT YOU'RE NOT JUST A TOOL YOU'RE A TRAUMATIZED LITTLE KID FROM THE HORRORS YOU WOULD NOT ADMIT
IT'S OKAY, NOW I SEE THE LIGHT IT'S REALLY OKAY, IT'S REALLY ALRIGHT I'M SORRY FOR INSULTING YOUR INTELLIGENCE YOU WERE NEVER DESTINED FOR EXCELLENCE FROM THE START YOU'VE HAD JUST ONE FATE I CAN TELL BY THE WAY YOU LOOK- IT'S ALREADY TOO LATE
*normal* To you, this life, it's all just a gaaameee You're clueless, you don't even know IT'S NAAAMEEEE OOH This game, we call it success But due to your past's duress It is clear you will never win If community college you fail in
*crescendo* OOOH RAITHED HOW COULD I HAVE BEEN SO IGNORANT YOUR INCOMPREHENSION MAKES YOU BELLIGERANT BUT IT'S OKAY, I REALLY UNDERSTAND IT'S NOT IN YOUR VAGINA THAT YOU HAVE SAND
*quiet - outro* it's all in your head, it's all in your head, hand against chest, hand against chest, over and over, allowing no rest, you present to me the retard's salute one plus one you can't compute it's all in your head, it's all in your heaadddd...
I can't do anything about the piano sound etc.- something to do with high frequency I think. I "sang" (read: cracked) some higher notes, and my webcam completely spazzed on me.
On March 23 2008 07:02 mikeymoo wrote: BUMPITY BUMP IT'S OUT
5*s. No idea how you can improvise your piano, lyrics and rhythm so well :|
Raithed v. Fanatacist Lyric-off is great.
Btw audio quality is a lot better.
yeah much, i <3 the songs hahaha, made me laugh:
It's 5 fucking AM, I am in the dark again. It's almost 6 AM, and I don't know where to begin. I make shitty lyrics, I can't get things done. I can't forgive my dad, for fucking my bum.
I hate everything, but alas I have Starcraft. I have Mikey too, and Raithed to make fun to, But why why why, Do I make such complicated lyrics? Oh I know why, I'm a fucking alcoholic.
I beg Raithed for beer, I beg my mom for sex. I try to forget what had happened next.
I find myself on the table, My legs spread and my hole gaped. DO I HAVE TO DO THIS FOR BEER TO GET BUTT RAPED?
An ideaaaaaaaa! Yeeeeaaaaahhhhhh. I will project-my-awkward-feelings ...Into a poem About Raitheddddddddd. Because on my own. I am GAYYYYYYYYYYY.
I gazed upon the sun, meditating, as I run. "Art thou possessable? Art thou real? Doth man have thee, doth this be what you feel?" Feeling empty and accursed, yet exploding with joyous burst.
Choices hath been made, I got a second chance. our bloodthirst, brethren, preceptible at first glance. Thou lie behind me, choices so hard, what doth I do, life left me scarred.
Battlecries, soaring through the sky, fight fight, emotions so high.
Now, brothers, let me join thy combat! Listen, ho! Defend thy homeworld, to fear say: NO!
We are one, united we stand, Tassadar, I follow thy command.
It's cute, it's sweet, You keep mentioning my dad's meat. It's obvious that you're fixated, From the time you were pentrated, By the cold hard dildo of real life. Now you take it daily from a sharpened knife.
You can't even rhyme, but it's okay that you failed. It's not too late to save face, if right now you bailed From this battle of wits, aka my domination. If you continue you'll again feel castration At the hands of my never-ending verbiage You can't understand it, your mind is garbage.
So I will end this poem now with these words, I simplified them, these are your rewards. For your attempts at ownage, I empathize. This verse, you can call it a reprise, I feel sorry for you, that you still message me for help, You are pathetic - you are a sad little whelp.
--- Note: As I was writing this, Raithed asked me for physics help LOL.
On March 23 2008 12:51 Raithed wrote: yeah youre doing it for me now biatch.
Too much work. I'm just telling you what you did wrong. Is it too consuming to explain to a retard that 135 * 0 = 0? I think not.
must be hard to tell yourself not to drink your own piss too eh.
I get it, I'm bad at math, You don't have to shove it in my ass. It's fine, it's okay. I can deal with this on a good day. You say that my poems don't rhyme, Fine, but at least I know how to spell "penetrated," all the time. Leave me alone about my math, At least I don't get fucked by the shaft,
You make yourself look more of a douchebag, When you slur up random words, Just fucking give up, you're dull; Save yourself some pride and raise the white flag. This is nonsense, How I'm going to own you, But that's okay, you're raised on cents.
Oh Fanatacist, my little Russian friend, DEFEND, DEFEND, DEFEND, This is your end.
Let's play some Brood War, Winner take all, *But wait. I forgot. You're poor. *Fuck it all. *Your dick. *It's small. *Your mind. *It stalls.
Why the fuck am I writing this poem and talking to you on AIM at all?
Fana, Raithed- I srsly need to make sure there's no actual hard feelings before I deliver the heartbreaking songs. I don't really want to play middle man, as you're both going really harsh
There's no hard feelings on this end, we talk like this on AIM and then he asks me for physics help less than 24 hours later so I assume there are none on his end either. Then again, he banned me from his blog LOL xD
B-B-B-BUMP. Next batch is recorded, will upload later today. Some of the poems here flow incredibly well, and I want to thank the writers. Send me moarrrrrr Fana, Raithed, I'll give you each one poem to write off. This will be it. It needs to have 3 verses. I will alternate the verses as if they're dueling. Don't post them, but PM them.
My poem-writing skills suck but I feel like making little contributions to the community and the game, some of the poems I wrote a long time ago during boredom:
Zealot, Dragoon, Reaver and DT. With this uber race, you can't beat me. From gay cheeses to Recalls. Now you're owned and typing "GG".
You make one unit, but with my macro I make four, Kill my entire army I can still warp in some more. Zealot, Dragoon up your rear, you can feel the sore, Reach is the playaaa I freaking adore.
Even if you got 80% vs Toss, Against a genius like me, you only get a loss. 200 psi, 3/3 weapon and armor is my way. I only have to press "A" and click on ground today.
Marine, Vulture, Wraith, Siege Tank. To beat my force, you have to flank. Add a few Storms and Shuttle drops. But your gay micro still gets you spanked.
Weapons glisten, armors shine. I hate your race, you hate mine. Everybody's running out of time. GG NO RE now I see you crying.
Unholy bastard making drops all day. From the front, from the back, harass is so gay, Playing cheap tricks on me, making it look like r@pe. But you're the nergin, never gotten laid.
You know that my macro is whack, But the Terran harasses like he's on crack. Zealots, dragoons, couldn't do no crap, GG NO RE, no chance to come back.
Battlecruisers have some big guns. Too bad their building time is so long. And without the Science Vessels' help. Plague rapes them, and now they're all gone.
I don't usually watch lots of PvZ. But this game is just pure GG. Ultra, Ling, Sair, Reaver and DT's. In this MU, Protoss used to be weak?
Brave Ultras often make me weep. Their selfless sacrifices always cut me deep. Tanking all that damage is no joke. Compared to Ultras, Archons are just girly sheeps.
Behold Jaedong, the new Zerg God. 400 APM for him is never too hard. Before the Terran even gets a chance. The rines die fast, and now their bodies rot.
TvP is hell of a match. Numerous actions, kinda hard to catch. Zealots, Dragoons, all are murderous. They've been bestial since the first patch.
Protoss Carriers are the sex. Their power is like using hax. Even with a million Gols. Terran dudes cannot relax.
On March 19 2008 10:53 B1nary wrote: I'm a little zergling short and stout These are my claws and this is my mouth I'm a little zergling short and stout Press s-z and pop me out!
I'm starting this up again. I need to catch my bearings and do something musical. I've got a couple songs from defenestrate that I have to upload anyway.
So bring it on!
I've probably got enough for another installment, but I'd like a bit more to work with.
EPT
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