Mod Leader a.k.a. Commissar in Chief

Group: Lord General
Posts: 1,838
Member No.: 2
Joined: 12-August 07

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So much depends upon,
A dark beach
Moonlight reflecting on the sand,
Dancing over the receding tide
wrote this a while ago I’m from the house, I’ve spent my childhood in. From the bike, I rode upon the street. I’m from the PC games, In which I’ve achieved major p@wnage in.
I’m from the kid with a few old nicknames. Who’s been dubbed E- man by family, Despite groaned protests. Known only as E, By the Boston uncle, With a Boston accent In a Boston town.
I’m from the utterly confused family, A Christian Mother, A Jewish Father. The boy of many origins, Of Russia, Of Ireland, Of Scotland, Of Britain, Of Poland, Of French (unfortunately).
I’m from the family, Who’s modern catchphrase, Is that in the end all you got is someone’s trust.
I’m from my uncle, Who served in the Korean wars, Who is a huge history buff, Who is technologically challenged, But can kick butt at any video game that he can remember the controls for, Who collects ancient artifacts, Who naps half the day away.
I’m from the 6-year old cousin, Who looks to me as a role model, Who prefers me over anyone, Who thinks that I’m the coolest thing than the winters breeze, Who kicked my can at halo 2 the first time around.
I’m from the boy who’s love for gaming, Knows no bounds. The boy who beat Gears of War on insane, The five hundred, sixty eight time. Who got 90 kills in a single round of Halo 2 in a 5 minute match. The boy who got 103 in 10 minutes of call of duty 3. The boy who is bashing his head against the wall, To beat the previously mentioned game’s single player On veteran.
I’m from the by who loves rock, Be it Franz Ferdinand, Be it Billy Talent, Be it Incubus, Be it (to some extent) Fall out boy, Be it Arctic monkeys, Or be it Led Zeppelin
I’m from the boy Who can play Something That slightly Sort of Kind of Mildly Sounds like iron man On the electric guitar. Call me the shredder.
I’m from the boy, Who as a child, Remembered 6 essential smells, Tastes, And sounds Smells of Cookie dough, and smells of the farm. Tastes of mint choco chip ice-cream, Tastes of Sal’s Pizzeria Pizza. Sounds of laughing at some dumb fart joke, And sounds of the first video game that I played: GAME OVER
I’m from the boy, Who if given the option to do it all over again, Wouldn’t change a thing. … Ok maybe a few… Ok maybe around 10... Maybe I should put down the pen now…
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