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Written in honor of the fall of Dowdney mall.
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Smoke the pipe of death;
rot the air in Santlerville.
Your clock is ticking.
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An axe to the heart.
Do you bleed? Does your mom cry?
You will never know.
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Written for Misten, who I killed with an axe.
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As the suburb map went increasingly red, I wrote haikus to reflect the general atmosphere of a city ravaged by the undead
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The roof is leaking
desperation seeps inside.
Bring an umbrella.
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The eerie red glow
reflects your fragility.
Despair plagues Malton.
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The ground is slimy,
wet with anticipation
of blood to be shed.
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Danger level: high.
Fasten your seatbelts, Malton.
Feel safe while you die.
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A mere speck in time,
aeons before and after
your life's duration.
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The sweet taste of death
drips from my tongue, as I lick
the blood on my hands.
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DARK WARLORD was the unfortunate recipient of this haiku.
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You are not awake.
It's a recurring nightmare.
No one hears you scream.
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A death in the mall,
citizens are terrified.
Your job is not done.
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Light a candle, Red,
in memory of yourself,
for you have passed on.
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I spread my wings out,
like an angel to engulf
you in the darkness.
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For IceXIV, who would probably enjoy the dark side
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Revive point killer,
you can headshot dead harmanz,
it won't slow me down.
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A river of blood
flows silently through the mall.
Clean-up, aisle 6.
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For civver4, who drowned inside Tompson Mall
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dj917 was dressed like a firefighter, and clearly needed to be eliminated. Ackland Mall fell to arsonists (or was it zombies?) soon after dj917's death.
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Strike a match, Ackland.
I want to watch flames engulf
your haggard bodies.
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Spring rains dripping blood,
as summertime approaches,
zombies migrate south.
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for DBroki and wealthysoup
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The mall glows strangely.
Humming fluorescent lights show
your mangled visage.
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Good morning, Blackmore.
The sun glints through the stained glass;
I can hear the wind.
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For Kilt Store Owner, who died in the Blackmore Building
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You are not free here,
Blackmore, anxiously counting
down till your last breath.
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I'm inside your head,
watching thoughts form, and vanish
like smoke in the air.
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For Acronze and Jason III
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Plant the seed of life,
and nurture your creation
just to watch it die.
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Gaze into the sky.
The summer sun burns your eyes.
Your life melts away.
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Slicer and AllUrBrainRBelong2Us were caught staring into the sun
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Your clothes have dissolved,
and with them, your modesty.
Make a skirt of leaves.
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Swimming in the sea,
forty miles from the shore,
hopelessness seeps in.
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The angry remnants
of your long departed friends
haunt you in Stickling.
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You're a married man
with a normal life, and kids.
Kiss it all goodbye.
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Little bunny... who?
No one will remember you.
May you rest in peace.
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You are sacrificed
to a God you can not know
in this holy place.
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Brian Foley was murdered in a church
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For bubba jo jim bob and FireM Bill, who took a nap in a mall that had 62 zombies inside.
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You would have died soon.
the air is stale with decay;
death knocks at the door.
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A nondescript cop:
no doughnut, no guns, no fear
of the unexplained.
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RamboxXx forgot to set his profile description last year, and I saw fit to remind him
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I briefly interrupted Osnas in his mission to wipe zombies off the planet.
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A long, black trenchcoat
conceals a katana and
goals you can't achieve.
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In a dark alley,
in Greentown, Brian felt safe.
You are never safe.
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Jessica Holmes is so hot that she probably would have spontaneously combusted, if I hadn't set her on fire. |
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Lilac-flavored smoke
almost obscures your blue eyes.
Jess, you are so hot.
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The ground is splattered
with bloodstains, some old, some fresh.
How can you sleep here?
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Straszak and GA Dawg chose a dangerous place to spend the night.
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I must have confused Adam Selene's skull with my safe deposit box. Oops!
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Baum Bank can't be closed!
I must make this deposit
of thirteen bullets.
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Say something funny,
Now? I have nothing to say,
but my bullets speak.
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SakuNaru helped me celebrate the ruining of Fort Creedy by dying. |
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Creedy's in ruins,
like a crumbling castle.
Blood mingles with rain.
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