W8: Dove Dozer (4-2) vs. UnbornBuddha (4-2) [Unborn wins by NS.]

[King Ra.]

AOWL Season IV, Week 8


OFFICIAL RULES:

Verses are due Sunday, November 23rd, 11:59p.m. PCT/2:59a.m. EST/7:59a.m. UK. There are NO extensions.

Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words).

Votes are due Wednesday, November 26th, 11:59p.m. PCT/2:59a.m. EST/7:59a.m. UK. Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week.


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Good luck. Dove Dozer UnbornBuddha

[Dove Dozer]

Finally shaking the rust off. Good luck dude.

[UnbornBuddha]

Good luck too you as well friend.

[UnbornBuddha]

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In the beginning of my pitiful past,
I created from thin air the mental image I had-
Crafting a spirit that mirrored my mask, a synthesis graft.
Naming him Plotinus, I then chose the wizardry path.
But I found myself alone in this heathen filled land,
Coming upon a damsel in distress, I was smitten at once
Alluring temptresses have physical stats we visually lust.
She & I obliviously chatted, convincing me to amicably come
To her clan’s fortress, where I was greeted by a witchery trap.
I was zapped, until my life force withered & scabbed,
Dealt oblivion's hand, I became part of a ritual dance.
Boiled first in a cauldron, and then switched to a sizzling pan
A tortuous agony that made my bones crimson and black.
I barely managed to escape with the flick of my wand.
Teleportation is intrinsic in my genetic strands.
Dematerializing from my predator’s grasp,
I miscalculated and landed at the heart of a river and sank.
Too weak to fight the current, I was literally dragged
Thankfully, my fate was spared by a fisherman’s rod.
Spoon feeding me an elixir, though bland it fixed me right up
Leaving my viscera enhanced- my liver pranced like liquor on tap.
Helping me recuperate he told me “sorcerer use your wisdom to act”
Fully recovered, I swore to expel the sickness from this land.
But, to do so I had to viciously match the villainous class.
Everywhere I went I exorcised any snakes slithering the grass
Vanquishing them, until I became Plotinus, the benevolent & grand.

Now I stand here with my trustiest steed.
Ready to do battle with the godliest being,
Enthused, my real life avatar is touching the screen.
To get to this destination I traveled dungeons, ravines.
Along the way, I mustered a team, paladins who can plummet into seas
No matter how bottomless deep, they can conquer its beasts
The legendary Leviathan fins became a substance to eat!
Since then, they all have suffered defeat to goblin like fiends.
10, 000 of them surrounded us, the numbers were grim
I only survived because I brought down a comet stream,
A never before seen spell that wiped clean the stubborn breed.
Their death screams echoed throughout the land, the ugliest shrieks.
Plotinus, the benevolent, became Plotinus, the Sovereign supreme.
Banquets of honor are constantly held as an offering to me.

In this innocent field lays rest evil’s nest.
Upon it stands erected the wheel of death.
Inside it lays a presence shut close by a seal of flesh
Enacted by an unknown egoless hero I revere to death.
Sacrificing his life, so a future generation can weave their tale.
I ardently arrive, proclaiming the next sequel is here!
Suddenly, the divine pasture becomes a febrile hell.
Just walking on it peels off my scales, luckily I’ve shield my heels.
A virulent and pustulant miasma begins to siphon & steal my health.
But I won’t yield, unless heaven reveals the fear I dread, MMORPG’s end.
Mother then interrupts:
“Timmy, log off the computer, dinner ready, come down sweetie”.
“Mom, I’m busy, can’t it wait please? This last boss is tricky!”