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Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Submission
Obelisk Adherent Rrogon Skar Agrona opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Pravus goes pew pew pew
Killing Jedi two by two
It's too bad nobody knew
About his powerful kazoo

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

We should have known, we should have thought about it
It was right in front of our faces the whole time, it was
Now we're dying left and right and only now do we realize
The Grandmaster, the big bad, of course he has plot armor

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Oh the poor, poor alliance,
How did you not know?
That the Grand Master Pravus,
Is really John Snow.
(You know nothing.)

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Darth Pravus, he always wins
When we dying, he gets the grins
His key is he’s Pravus, that’s it
All he has to say is “Sit!”
We all fall right down
Our bodies as low as our frown

22 November 2016
49 words of fiction by
Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Now we shall see our battle's ending here
Upon the soil of Antei once great
A broken symbol of power not once controlled
Is now the place where bold power is stole -
Oh Pravus, the Lord of Darkness come
The fleet, it's magnanimous size outshone the sun -
So run.

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

Five Grand Masters in a row
The first one said
I told you so
The second one said
Will the Star Chamber be fine
The third one said
Only if the power is mine
The fourth one said
My tenure will never end
The fifth one said
All things will die, when I ascend

Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Submission
Remurr Hijaa opted out of publishing his submission.
Competition
Aftermath: Week 3 Poetry 1
Textual submission

"They All Turned Tail and Ran"
A Limerick by Scion Tarentae

There once was a man from Antei
Who studied the Force every day.
The allies arrived
He might not have survived
But from his feet rose a pungent bouquet.