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Jernaugh
Jan 21, 2019
Ooh! Ooh! Female elf decker/shaman hybrid!

I personally like Anna Hu, aka Soon2Die, but that's because I generally go with minimum Body stats. :D

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Jernaugh
Jan 21, 2019
OK, I'm getting on the female troll train. Whoo whoo!

Gonna be edgy and go with the rightmost portrait from here though:



That smirk just fits so nicely with Kanfy's snark.

Jernaugh
Jan 21, 2019
Poetry is here.
I love this conversation.
Glory to Kanfy.

Jernaugh
Jan 21, 2019
Is the poetry slam still open? I wrote my very first sestina for this!


Reflected off chrome are shadows
Enough to hide in, bathed in neon
One question hangs unanswered - who profits?
Tonight's god is named greed,
displacing that old saw hope,
now only a fading dream.

A tired warden stands, half in dreams,
Too ground down to stare into shadow.
This is the runner's hope -
wages' chains shine like neon
Blind the servants of greed,
their toil avails no profit.

The adept, swift, sure, ruthlessly profits
Exploits that sweet and heady dream
of yearned-for rest. A blade's greed
is sated, as a slave's blood runs in shadow.
As well to write 'Taz' in blazing neon
if this one is found, but yet there is hope.

Twitching nose, demure tusks - best hope
she has eyes on the prize, scents profit
enough to turn her gaze from neon
enticements of a trash-gourmet's dream.
Not even her love for running the shadows
can eclipse her first love, her belly's greed.

Metal eyes sweep the street greedily
The more cherished slave, its master's hope
But it sees not the small ally shadowing,
blithely snagging loose data for profit.
Its eyes flicker, turn inwards - does it dream?
Electric sheep in its mind jump fences of neon.

Muscles strain, eyes red as neon
A surfeit of guns cannot mask a greed
for violence of a more personal kind. Dream
no more of a lone star's hope.
Here, to cut loose is to profit.
There are no straight lines in the shadows.

They dream in these enveloping shadows,
in neon seas, where only the kindly profit.
Greed, vengeance, prosperity - first comes hope.

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