Sketch Prompt: Shield
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Sketch Prompt: Shield
Rebelle 3 on Microsoft Surface Pro
Martian Poetry 13#
I got up in the morning and I got up out of bed,
I intercepted radio and this is what it said:
"Shields up!"
We caught a carrier pigeon that was flying through the air.
I took the paper off its leg and read what was written there:
"Shields up!"
We captured a prisoner-
"Shields up!" Was all the information he had.
I overheard some enemy talks that you can imagine made me mad.
"Shields up!" Is what they said,
I hold on to my head.
It is driving me nuts, I hear it every day!
Dont they have any other plans? Is this all they say?
We dont need the Secret Eyes.
So I fire all my spies.
I do not pay them all,
to hear "Shields up!" inside my hall.
I get it, I know where they are defending.
That message is not pending.
I do not need espionage to tell me that.
We do not need a rat.
I retire to my chamber to try and relax.
But the annoyances do not stop their attacks.
"Your majesty, you have a letter." I hear.
"Good to know, please bring it over here."
And right there on the stamp, written in bold:
"Shields up!" it said. And suddenly I feel very old.
I throw the mail into my fireplace!
"Enough of this mailman, get out of my face!"
...
For a day nothing happens, no shield to be seen.
As it turns out though, fate was feeling mean.
Their Shields are down?
I need to leave town?
Apparently that letter contained important information,
that currently their army is now in motion.
I get on my horse and attempt to flee.
But they have us surrounded, how can that be?
They raise their swords, prepared to attack.
I am all alone, unable to fight back.
But I had an idea, knowing just what I need.
Smiling, I knew how to make their minds bleed.
I took my shield off my back, and hold it out.
I had an idea to make them rout.
"Shields up!" I cry, and strange as it may be:
The entire horde scatters before me.
I flee from town, yes I ran away.
But I had to survive to fight another day.
...
Now you know what to do...
If somebody ever starts to irritate you.
"Shields up!"
this is incredibly wholesome. You can FEEL the teamwork.
So the smoke from all the wildfires has descended on us, BUT our trusty marine fog is shielding us (yay), thus the perma orange darkness.
Still feels like the zombie invasion happened and it's just me and the other lone survivor out here
this has been rough couple of weeks for the la gladiators but they can definitely improve. i hope they decide to stay together as a team in the later stages & i still believe they can become a top tier team. 💜💜💜
In order to avoid saying “that’s fucked up” when my parents are visiting; I exercise my supreme vocabulary skills and use words like morbid and macabre and preposterous.
Space Ships!
It's a game with space ships! I fucking love space ships, you guys.