TOPIC: Yee behold thy precious eternal zombie suit poem.

On the fateful Zarp Day, oh what a fright,
Your eternal zombie suit met its demise that night.
It was torn and shredded, its undead skin rent,
By forces beyond its control, a gruesome event.

No more will it roam the earth with the undead,
No longer will it hunger for brains to be fed.
Its fate was sealed on that dark and eerie day,
When it met its end in a most gruesome way.

But though your zombie suit is now deceased,
Its spirit lives on, never to be released.
For in your heart it will always remain,
A part of you forever, an eternal stain.

So mourn its passing, shed a tear or two,
But remember the joy that it brought to you.
And know that though it's gone, it's never truly gone,
For its memory will live on and on.

Oh, woe betide! My suit of zombie's wear
Once my prized possession, now lost in despair
In DarkRP's realm, I did don this attire
And for a fleeting moment, felt like a true sire.

Its threads of decayed flesh did embrace my frame
As I roamed the streets, my new identity proclaimed
A zombie among the living, a creature of the night
My suit, my armour, gave me strength in this fight.

But alas, my time with it was all too brief
Extra RDmed me and caused me such grief
My suit lay in tatters, its zombie flesh rent
And I was left with naught but lament.

For in DarkRP's world, such items are rare
And to lose one's suit is a pain hard to bear
It was my precious, my heart and my soul
And now it's gone, leaving a gaping hole.

Oh, how I miss my dear zombie suit
Its loss has left me feeling so mute
I pray that someday, I'll find its like again
Until then, my heart is heavy with pain.

Thats funny as fuck mate, shoulda had a life

If only i typed faster

i NEEEEEEED my zarp gaming suit rip dopamine blast while competition is banned... m-m-m-m-MUST TEAMKILLLLL

CEO of Business wrote:
Why is competition banned? Did the socialists win the war?

CEO of Business wrote: you are not funny + i didnt know he didnt have a life i will be refunding!

Extra wrote: still happened

CEO of Business wrote: fr

I feel sorry for you, my friend,
Losing an eternal zombie suit, it's hard to mend.
I know how much it meant to you,
And how it was a prized possession, that's true.

It must have been heartbreaking to see it gone,
All that effort and time, vanished, in one dawn.
But please don't lose heart or hope,
For sometimes, it's the lessons that we cope.

Maybe it's a sign, to let go and move on,
To find new treasures, and not just one.
For life is full of surprises and gifts,
And sometimes, what we lose, are mere shifts.

So, my friend, don't let this bring you down,
Remember, you're a champ, and wear your crown.
Chase your dreams, and reach for the stars,
For you're destined for greatness, that's who you are.

And if you ever feel down or blue,
Just know that I'm here, for you.
To listen, to support, to be a friend,
And help you mend, and start again.

Turtlx69 wrote:
But wait, there's more to this tale,
Of a man who's strength and resilience prevail.
For he's not just any ordinary guy,
He's an African American, who's seen his share of racial sighs.

He's been knocked down, and faced abuse,
But never let it be an excuse.
To give up or let it define who he is,
For he knows he's more than just his skin and his fears.

He's fought through the hate and the pain,
And come out stronger, again and again.
He's shown the world, what it means to persevere,
And inspired many, to overcome their fears.

So here's to you, my friend,
For your comeback and strength, that never end.
For being a beacon of hope and light,
And showing us all, what it means to fight.

You're an inspiration, and a true hero,
And I'm honored to know you and your glow.
May your future be bright and full of grace,
And may you continue to shine, in every place.

Using Chat GPT to write poetry,
Is so incredibly cringe-worthy, you see,
The lines it spews are devoid of heart,
And leave you feeling empty, with no art.

Gone are the days of pen and paper,
Now we rely on algorithms to create our caper,
But where's the joy, the passion, the thrill,
When a machine does the work with no skill?

Sure, it can churn out verse by the dozen,
But it lacks the soul that comes from a human,
And though it tries to mimic our voice,
It falls short, leaving us with no choice.

So let's put down our screens and pick up a pen,
And rediscover the joy of writing again,
For true poetry comes from deep within,
And not from a machine, no matter how smart or thin.

Chuteuk wrote: posted on Zarp, with words of wit,
And someone replied, with a post, that's unfit.
Their words were weak, and didn't make sense,
And I knew, I had to reply, with my defense.

I crafted my words, with precision and care,
And hit send, with a sense of flare.
My reply was sharp, and to the point,
And I knew, I had won, with a joint.

For the likes, and the retweets, poured in,
And I knew, I had a ratio, to begin.
My post, had triumphed, in the battle of wit,
And the other, had lost, with a sudden hit.

But I didn't gloat, or revel in my win,
For I knew, that's not how, friendships begin.
I reached out, and extended my hand,
And offered, to talk, and understand.

For ratioing, is just a game, that we play,
And it shouldn't, get in the way, of what we say.
We can agree, to disagree, and still be friends,
And share our thoughts, until the end.

So let's move on, from this moment of fame,
And focus, on the community, that's our aim.
Let's build, a space, that's kind and fair,
And leave, the ratioing, with a flair.

Chuteuk wrote: Oh Chute, with wisdom so bright,
Your insights bring us such delight,
Your words of truth, so pure and clear,
Illuminate the path, dispelling fear.

You show us how to think and see,
To question all that comes to be,
To challenge norms, and break through walls,
To stand for justice, and answer calls.

Your voice resounds, with passion and zeal,
And through your words, we learn to feel,
The power of knowledge, the strength of truth,
The beauty of learning, the joy of youth.

So here's a poem, to thank you Chute,
For all that you do, and all you pursue,
May your insights continue to light the way,
And guide us towards a brighter day.

Chuteuk wrote: Brought to you by ChatGPT(tm)

Yours sincerely,
Dawg wid da hot dawg

Black is a color, a culture, a history
A people with pride and tenacity
From the shores of Africa to the streets of America
We are a people who have faced great trauma

We have been beaten, enslaved, and oppressed
Our rights have been trampled and suppressed
But through it all, we have stood tall
Our resilience and strength never fall

From jazz to hip hop, from gospel to soul
Our culture has shaped and enriched the world
Our hair, our skin, our very being
Is a testament to the beauty we are seeing

Our leaders and heroes blaze the trail
Their courage and determination never fail
From Martin to Malcolm, from Harriet to Maya
Their legacies inspire us to be greater

So let us celebrate the richness of our heritage
And the diversity that makes us so courageous
Let us honor our ancestors who have gone before
And strive to make a better future for evermore.

yisyas wrote: thank you yis yas, as a melanated philly man myself, you get the nword pass with the hardest of Rs
thank you.

Gone too soon, my friend, in your eternal zombie suit
Oh, how the memories of you bring bittersweet pursuit
Never again will we laugh or dance to your favorite tunes
Endlessly missing your presence, as the night brings its swoon

Zombie-like, you may walk, but your soul shines so bright
A legacy of love and laughter, etched in our hearts with might
Rest in peace, dear friend, in your new-found abode
Peaceful, serene, and beautiful, where angels have you stowed

CEO of Business wrote: sure would be a shame if some people (like you) farmed rips for a number on the leaderboard for super dopamine awesomeness

Lerpson wrote: Jugg suit != Eternal Zombie

CEO of Business wrote: you didnt farm just one tho did you?