I created a poem for Culls, Beta dogs and Kilo- Its somewhere in this place-

Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane,
Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane.

Monsters and beasts,

Dragons and shadows,
Pits of darkness, eternal abyss.
We have it all, there's nothing we miss.

Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane,
Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane.

What is left of us?
Gifts of darkness and doom?
What is left of our minds?
Sanity? I think not.

Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane,
Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane.

We've started wars,
We've ruined lives,
Turned friends into platers,

full of our lies.

Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane,
Far, far from anything human,
Far, far from anything sane.
*evil chuckle*

It sounded better in my head-

that's awesome, whoa -

now imma spontaneously poem -

no-

A city forged from blood and tears

ruin and flame has it become

raining drops of crimson fears

our red stained past we overcome

.

marching lines of soulless soldiers

we obey without a blink

but we recall the russet tears

that does bind the ledger with red ink

.

fools are those that dare to fight

but brave are they still

with the final heartbeat in full sight

they press onwards, creatures of unbreakable will

.

darkness haunts reality, not dreams

we fantasize of the land beyond

we know the alarm's warning scream

bound to iron and steel, tied through blood bonds

.

but still our chins we do lift

for our captors know not our will

through the changing winds, pray the tides will shift

for we know not our captors still

.

beaten and bloodied, we will endure

but broken bodies they see

we know our own, strong and sure

the marching lines are not to flee

.

though seeking all else, we find the gray

for blood they only know

brass and bone, there is no way

but our fire, born of the buring city, we have always known

.

Nothing left but tears and screams,

but cowardice fear does not excuse

fight we shall, for of sunlight we dream

nothing is ours to lose.

yours is wayyy more coherant than mine eheh

Well mines about the discussion- yours about the RP
And much better than mine-

Also-
Look at this scar-

I'm actually kinda proud at how it turned out XD
the shoulder one is the only one I've finished so far-

Also-
How do you hotlink in PMs?
I want to share my progress with the commisioner but I don't want to give them this giant link-