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This is the ongoing story of American undead. The story will flow primarily based on the most interesting ideas in the thread, so chip in with your opinion as to what should happen next, who should speak, what priorities they hold, etc. I'll try to update it on a regular basis.
For our purposes, the Senate in question consists of current members. If any of the current senators die in office, they may or may not join the undead - we'll see if it gets that far. The emphasis is on the undead anyway.
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Upon October thirty-first,
The U.S. Senate was in session;
A grim, malodorous procession
Had come to slake eternal thirst
For justice! It is rather quaint
To hear a live undead complaint.
The 'sucker, regal in his cape,
Was flanked by skeletons afire.
Behind, the zombies voiced their ire,
Their mandibles with rot agape.
Who is ignored, and who is heard?
Our Senate gets the final word.
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And I got into a fight, and my mom got scared
She said you're moving to your uncle's in a town called Bel'Air
no srsly though, Can you explain what this is? it sounds cool, but is it just like, a series of poems? or can we do w/e we want with it?
is there some background info that im missing?
please fill me in
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Cayman Islands24199 Posts
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On January 31 2009 09:49 Kleander wrote:
And I got into a fight, and my mom got scared
She said you're moving to your uncle's in a town called Bel'Air
no srsly though, Can you explain what this is? it sounds cool, but is it just like, a series of poems? or can we do w/e we want with it?
is there some background info that im missing?
please fill me in
THIS IS DEFENESTRATE'S AWESOME POETRY
YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH
you're supposed to talk about what happens next in the poem, and defen will make a huge awesome epic poem with everyone's ideas.
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Basically, yeah, just post ideas and I'll try to continue the poem.
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Belgium8305 Posts
the dead didn't get to vote for the almost dead (McCain)
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Late compunctions from its beak,
"Caw, caw, fatuous caloric
was more truth than Negro's hate.
You seek victory pyrrhic.
When will your anger abate?"
The skeletons were deaf,
or feigned so.
Their eyes hollowed of forgiveness.
Now, in death, the man, now a creature,
must answers his sin with sin.
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On January 31 2009 10:01 geometryb wrote:
wat
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EPT
