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Lost Odyssey PoemThe clash of swords, the sound of a rifle,
Battles are tough, not just a trifle.
The shimmer of magic, the rush of items,
two groups battle, a clash of titans.
Front three immortal, back three not,
The rearguard fights, to stop the rot.
Fighting off tanks, and worms so great,
Six dead fighters, that they hate.
Timing and skill, win the battle,
The storyline, all but prattle.
Sed and Jensen, Cooke or Mack,
Pressing hard, pressing attack.
Kaim and Seth, and maybe Ming,
Trying to end, their suffering.
Blow up the tank, splatter the worm,
Fight they do, war long term.
Until the last fight, against Gongora,
Dealing with fear, killing great horror.
Time is warped, Slow and Haste,
Of defeat the feel, a loss they taste.
A quick comeback, immortals rise,
The final sees, his own demise.
The fatal strike, a final blow,
The Mirror breaks, tower aglow.
Immortals gone, but not forgotten,
Gongora's remains, left and rotten.
PMD-E Mission 6PMD-E poem
A mission to rescue, a mission to save,
Two teams most new, but very brave.
Exploring's most fun, but quite unsafe,
By Flying types, they were strafed.
A snarling heard, whines so sharp,
A snapping sound, like a breaking harp.
A quick rush forward, a fast dart back,
The second team, takes up the slack.
A snarling beast, kind he's not,
Great wings flared, tail so hot.
A poor 'yena cowers, protecting pups,
Panicking greatly, sweating cups.
The teams leap ahead, into the fray,
A fierce battle cry, they all bray.
Razor and Fang, Julie and Hank,
Against a monster, fighting a tank.
Fighting for 'yena, helping her free,
Fang got tossed, into a tree!
With eyes shining, Razor lashes,
Julie's psychic power, Hank's fire flashes.
A fusion strike, of three types,
Justified, and fully right.
The Chari flees, touched by fear,
The pups are safe, full of cheer.
The teams go home, flush with victory,
With Fang still covered, in scraps of hickory!
A member they get, heart so true,
A pup they s
PMD-Explorers Application-WrittenAfter waiting outside in the cold, windy, dark night.. in the rain, no less, one of your members decides to take a novel approach to this dire situation and knocks on the door.
Come in, come in! My goodness, come in! I can't believe you've all been waiting outside in the rain all this time! You could have knocked earlier, you know!
It's about time! I hate the rain! Who are you to keep me waiting?!
My name is Callahan, or Calla, for short. I'm the guild registrar, you know. I'm quite good at it!
Well...my name is-
Oh, please allow me to take your belongings, they're all wet! I'll just hang them in front of the fireplace to dry as we go over the formalities.
Seems I have no choice.
And the paperwork, of course! There will be a lot of that, don't you worry one bit!
Paperwork?! Nobody said anything about paperwork!
You do have the forms that we've mailed you filled out, yes? That does always make things go much quicker here.
Oh. That paperwork. Yes, here it i
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