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Competition
Ode to 2016
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Sixteen is gone
and I try to move on
But the scar that's left
Has left me bereft

The ups and downs
Were a little lopsided
The yes's and no's
Were more than divided

Heros were lost
Enemies revealed
The peace from before
Officially repealed

What lies ahead
Only seventeen can know
But time marches on
So away we go

Competition
Ode to 2016
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DJBCompetitionOdeto2016.docx
Textual submission

MMXVI

Competition
Ode to 2016
Textual submission

2016 was not the year to be. All the deaths and upsets I bet I'm next. Some choices were made, some not even right. Will I get stronger and live to fight another fight? A choice was made to snort some cocaine, maybe that would finally drive me insane. You lose a buddy in combat, the force not present. Is the force real or just some stupid legend? I'm tired of playing these silly games of the same lane of the same train. Will it stop? Will it pop? Will it reach the top? Don't worry about me and who I fire I get what I desire its my empire? Wait is it? Is it my empire or the dreams empire. Do we take it to higher or keep it on the Lance commandant table? I realize in 2016. I don't have a saber. I don't have the force...

I think I just have the Schwartz.

Competition
Legacy: The Ballad of..."
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ThereoncewasamancalledMatt.docx
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:D

Competition
Legacy: The Ballad of..."
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The lass, though young, broke free from her cage
She was merely 9 years of age
Despite the parents that gave her away
Alara Deathbane sent her captives to their grave

She takes orders from no one,
Save her young sis
Even Jedi in temple could not tame this miss
Her anger was too fierce, with kill in her kiss

The young born assassin became a young knight
She’s Sergeant to sister, she’s first in the fight
Many fear her eyes that hold strength and might
Alara Deathbane , the girl with fire in her eyes

The girl with thick heritage has more to face
More battles to fight, more to learn of her race
Her footing still quivers, but no matter the place
Alara Deathbane, Force Power she’ll embrace

And though trials she faces get harder with time
There’s no mountain summit that she won’t climb
She’s human and Sephi, muscle and cunning combined
This Knight has more to come, she’s still in her prime

Competition
Legacy: "This Wisdom I Leave With You..."
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ThisWisdomILeaveWithYou...docx
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:D

Competition
Legacy: "This Wisdom I Leave With You..."
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Is - is this thing on? It's working? Alright...Never recorded one of these things myself before...so uh...Shadow says I'm supposed to be "Recording my wisdom for future generations", whatever that means. At first I wasn't going to but....I thought of something you need to hear, whoever you are.
My nickname here is "The Hunter" because that's what I'm the best at doing. Other assassins have a simple job, kill the target without anyone seeing you, or leaving any evidence, which is simple...when they don't know you're coming.
Other times however, they expect you, and they try to hide, try to run. A hunter's job, in that case, is to find the target. In an whole galaxy, there's a lot of places to hide. The trick to it though, isn't knowing where to look, it's thinking like you're prey.
People think I'm a good hunter because I'm Cathar, we're natural hunters, and that's true, but it's not what makes me the best hunter, and it's not even because I have the Force. It's because I've...ah blast it, Shadow said the other's won't see this thing anyway...
It's because I've been hunted myself, and I'm not the only one in the Brotherhood either. A lot of us came hear to hide, to run, maybe you did too. Use that. Learn from it. It means you know how the Prey thinks, how the Prey will react, where it will run, when it will fight.
Now if you haven't, good for you. Now put this thing down, because you will never be a Hunter. Take the soft jobs, where you kill some fancy senator or mob boss in his pent house, or a thief in a cell.
Alright, I've said my part. Arron Saylos, signing out.