The battle hymn of natural selection
Jedisar
Join Date: 2002-03-03 Member: 264Awaiting Authorization
Join Date: 2002-03-03 Member: 264Awaiting Authorization
<div class="IPBDescription">Just the thing to chill your nerves.</div>The Natural Selection Battle Hymn.
Sung to the tune of: "Glory, Glory Hallelujah"
Early in the morning,
I awake to such a fright.
Alarm bells are ringing,
and the comms are all alive.
Hurry to the Brief Room,
Says Commander through mic
So out of bed I leap.
Clothing, Clothing, I need clothing,
Where'd I leave my clothing?
I gotta find my clothing,
And who's that in my bed?
Now I'm at the briefing room,
And this news I do not like.
Some Space-ward Colony has suffered quite a blight,
So Onward, TSA Marines,
'cuz Dust off is in Five..
Dust off in Five Minutes...
Armor, Armor, I need Armor,
Where'd They put my Armor,
Damn, I need that Armor,
Cuz Dust off time is now!
So I grab my LMG and Hop into the Craft.
Twenty TSA Marines sit piled in it's back.
I sit among them and one begins to laugh.
My armor's front is Back.
Damn you, Damn you Commander,
And the coffee brewed Blander,
And His name I did Slander,
For Taking my Sleep.
Finally, We reach the station, And We loathe what we do see.
Icky, Slimy Goo, that covers everything.
So Commander Sets up his CC,
And We build up our base.
Building, Building, so Damn boring.
Building, Building, I am snoring.
Building, Building, The Turret.
And Now it's Online.
With our work done, He issues to us three,
Orders to move onward, watching carefully,
So we move out, Scanning everything,
Praying nothing goes wrong.
Onward, Onward, Dark Passage,
Onward, Onward, Flash light Action,
Onward, Onward, LMG Flashes,
Bob wants our knees for Lunch.
Now we reach the Hive room and nearly cry at what we see,
For a level five came barrelling at me.
The world went black and there was nothing I could see,
While I wait for Respawn.
Crunchy, Crunchy little Marine,
Squishy, Squishy little Marine,
Oh, you are so Yummy,
My little Marine Snack.
I come back through the reinforcement gate,
letting the commander know his orders I await.
As I stand there waiting, an Umbra cloud I spy,
The Blinky Right behind.
Shooting, Shooting, Shooting, Running,
The Aliens are Ah-Comming...
And my Blood is Gushing,
But I will just Respawn!
The Game Will Just Go On!
Sung to the tune of: "Glory, Glory Hallelujah"
Early in the morning,
I awake to such a fright.
Alarm bells are ringing,
and the comms are all alive.
Hurry to the Brief Room,
Says Commander through mic
So out of bed I leap.
Clothing, Clothing, I need clothing,
Where'd I leave my clothing?
I gotta find my clothing,
And who's that in my bed?
Now I'm at the briefing room,
And this news I do not like.
Some Space-ward Colony has suffered quite a blight,
So Onward, TSA Marines,
'cuz Dust off is in Five..
Dust off in Five Minutes...
Armor, Armor, I need Armor,
Where'd They put my Armor,
Damn, I need that Armor,
Cuz Dust off time is now!
So I grab my LMG and Hop into the Craft.
Twenty TSA Marines sit piled in it's back.
I sit among them and one begins to laugh.
My armor's front is Back.
Damn you, Damn you Commander,
And the coffee brewed Blander,
And His name I did Slander,
For Taking my Sleep.
Finally, We reach the station, And We loathe what we do see.
Icky, Slimy Goo, that covers everything.
So Commander Sets up his CC,
And We build up our base.
Building, Building, so Damn boring.
Building, Building, I am snoring.
Building, Building, The Turret.
And Now it's Online.
With our work done, He issues to us three,
Orders to move onward, watching carefully,
So we move out, Scanning everything,
Praying nothing goes wrong.
Onward, Onward, Dark Passage,
Onward, Onward, Flash light Action,
Onward, Onward, LMG Flashes,
Bob wants our knees for Lunch.
Now we reach the Hive room and nearly cry at what we see,
For a level five came barrelling at me.
The world went black and there was nothing I could see,
While I wait for Respawn.
Crunchy, Crunchy little Marine,
Squishy, Squishy little Marine,
Oh, you are so Yummy,
My little Marine Snack.
I come back through the reinforcement gate,
letting the commander know his orders I await.
As I stand there waiting, an Umbra cloud I spy,
The Blinky Right behind.
Shooting, Shooting, Shooting, Running,
The Aliens are Ah-Comming...
And my Blood is Gushing,
But I will just Respawn!
The Game Will Just Go On!
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Comments
You have <b>way</b> too much time on your hands.
--Scythe--
<a href="mailto:the_only_scythe@subdimension.com">the_only_scythe@subdimension.com</a>
You have <b>way</b> too much time on your hands.
--Scythe--
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only took me about 10-15 minutes..mostly waiting for my pre-release critic, Bozman, to Review peices =op
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Great work <!--emo&:)--><img src="http://www.natural-selection.org/iB_html/non-cgi/emoticons/smile.gif" border="0" valign="absmiddle" alt=':)'><!--endemo-->
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Pie Likes that part..
*Whisper* Because Pie is the guy we based pantless bert off of. *Snicker*
We fight aliens
We use a bunch of crap guns
Look I see a bird
I got stuck trying to rhyme something with 'selection'...
<sighs>
Flayra, he squashes those bugs!
oh Flayra, oh he needs a hug!
Flayra, he gets all the chicks,
oh Flayra, I built him with bricks.
Flayra, Please code me more lines,
because I am,
running out.
Fam takes a bow.
I once knew this guy named Fam
He was not a man
and he lacked his "ham"
That guy, that guy named Fam
Thank you, thank you.
I still love it ^_^
What the hell...
"And so the terrible zombie thread went on his nightmarish rampage"
This is some oooooold stuff
Let threads rest in peace!