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[skejwen]

Share your FOnline angst. I'll start.

It is normal day
as we stay in NCR.
Lulz! Bomber came!

[Quentin Lang]

He set the timer on,
And ran onto unsuspecting people,
With terrible things about to happen!

[skejwen]

For you seventeen
Is the number out of reach.
Three fingers are cut?

And those unaware
what Haiku really should be
the answers are here.

[Eternauta]

Bluesuit wants hides
to make his tent.
What a poor guy.

He gets some enc
but just some rats.
Runs towards grid.

Suddenly shot.
Thirty hit points
below zero.

PK wants loot.
Bluesuit whispers:
...fuck u yoz kage...

Inspired by this.

It is probably a shitty metre anyway, but I am no poet, and it's a bit hard for me to write literature in another language than mine. I don't really like counting syllables in English, either.

[Quentin Lang]

For you seventeen
Is the number out of reach.
Three fingers are cut?

And those unaware
what Haiku really should be
the answers are here.

Art of this,
too convoluted is,
for me and my wits.

I fece on your link,
and persist as i did,
as too mulish i am.


Green fiend i are,
as you can now see,
i hope i invoke,
wrath in you.

Four lines were thoes,
false haiku i made,
and proud of that,
i certainly are.

[headshot]

Farmer, leave your plow,
take some Anti-Rads
And let's go to the Glow