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Red vs. Blue, engage in a fight,
Both teams purpose: to test their might.
They begin to unload a whole bunch of ammo,
While engaging their active cammo.
Screaming over their microphones,
They watch hopelessly as their Spartan gets pwned.
Lucky for blue, they got the sword,
Lucky for red, he was the noob-lord.
Meanwhile some launched from the man cannon,
But would get sniped through the air, by some chick named Shannon.
Red team just captured the flag,
That dude with the long gamer tag.
He must be good, he got to the warthog,
Sheesh, I need to go update my blog.
Thus, the perilous journey begins,
Deciding who will lose and who will win.
Power sliding through foes, the flag a victory banner,
Red celebrated to soon; they were crushed by a gravity hammer.
Lo and behold, 30 seconds had passed;
Red’s hopes of victory merely a thing of the past.
For blue flag had returned, to its home base,
Surrounded by blue; joyous tears streaming down each face.
Little did they know, red planned a second wave,
Hiding in the shadows of a Valhallian cave.
So it began, reds suicidal mission,
To beat blue back, into submission.
Step one was to annihilate tanks, into a smoldering wreck,
Next was to mine the place, blasting it all to heck.
It took far too long,
For blue to respawn,
So red had gained the upper hand,
Perfect, Just as they planned.
Then sniping stragglers one by one,
destroying blue team was oh so fun.
Unfortunate blue,
didn’t know what to do,
All they could do, was scream and run.
So they fled into the hills,
Thinking of new ways, to score some kills.
Gazing over the rocky terrain,
It dawned on them; how to cause some more pain.
So they crept to their camp,
And entered through the side ramp.
They took them by surprise, using all of their stealth,
Beat red down, depleting their health.
The score was tied, ever since the attack,
For blue had took, their blue flag back.

The battle wages on, even as we speak,
This took forever, now I gotta take a leak.

A ditty I composed about one of the greatest games ever.

HALO 3

Red vs. Blue, engage in a fight,
Both teams purpose: to test their might.
They begin to unload their ammo,
While engaging active cammo.
Screaming over their microphones,
They watch hopelessly as their Spartan gets pwned.
Lucky for blue, they got the sword,
Lucky for red, he was the noob-lord.
Meanwhile some launched from the man cannon,
But would get sniped, by some chick named Shannon.
Red team has captured the flag,
That dude with the long gamer tag.
He must be good, he got to the warthog,
Now I need to go update my blog.
Thus, the perilous journey begins,
Deciding who will lose and who will win.
Power sliding through foes, the flag a victory banner,
Red celebrated to soon; they were crushed by a gravity hammer.
Lo and behold, 30 seconds had passed,
Red’s hopes of victory merely a thing of the past.
For blue flag had returned, to it’s home base,
Surrounded blue joyous tears streaming down each face.
Little did they know, red planned a second wave,
Hiding in the shadows of a Valhallian cave.
So it began, reds suicidal mission,
To beat blue back, into submission.
Step one was to sabotage tanks, into a smoldering wreck,
Next was to mine the place, blasting it all to heck.
It took far too long,
For blue to respawn,
So red had gained the upper hand,
Perfect, Just as they planned.
Then sniping stragglers one by one,
Destroying blue team was oh so fun.
Unfortunate blue,
Didn’t know what to do,
All they could do, was scream and run.
So they fled into the hills,
Thinking of new ways, to score some kills.

The battle lives on, even as we speak,
Sucks to be them, their future looks bleak.

Here's a little ditty sponsering the 2nd best game ever.

-Halo 3-

Red vs. Blue, engage in a fight,
Both teams purpose: to test their might.
They begin to unload their ammo,
While engaging active cammo.
Screaming over their microphones,
They watch hopelessly as their Spartan gets pwned.
Lucky for blue, they got the sword,
Lucky for red, he was the noob-lord.
Meanwhile some launched from the man cannon,
But would get sniped, by some chick named Shannon.
Red team has captured the flag,
That dude with the long gamer tag.
He must be good, he got to the warthog,
Now I need to go update my blog.
Thus, the perilous journey begins,
Deciding who will lose and who will win.
Power sliding through foes, the flag a victory banner,
Red celebrated to soon; they were crushed by a gravity hammer.
Lo and behold, 30 seconds had passed,
Red’s hopes of victory merely a thing of the past.
For blue flag had returned, to it’s home base,
Surrounded blue joyous tears streaming down each face.
Little did they know, red planned a second wave,
Hiding in the shadows of a Valhallian cave.
So it began, reds suicidal mission,
To beat blue back, into submission.
Step one was to sabotage tanks, into a smoldering wreck,
Next was to mine the place, blasting it all to heck.
It took far too long,
For blue to respawn,
So red had gained the upper hand,
Perfect, Just as they planned.
Then sniping stragglers one by one,
Destroying blue team was oh so fun.
Unfortunate blue,
Didn’t know what to do,
All they could do, was scream and run.
So they fled into the hills,
Thinking of new ways, to score some kills.

The battle lives on, even as we speak,
Sucks to be them, their future looks bleak.