Requiem,
In the end, only the dead shall remain;
One man, one soul, one will to Defile;
A single guide that can stop this Wall of Pain;
An alone soul from the Shadow Isle.
Free me from the pleasures of this flesh Cocoon;
Guide our feeble souls with your beautiful voice;
Lay Waste upon thy enemies on this beautiful moon;
Following your song in this rhythmic rejoice.
I ask for forgiveness for all my sins;
I ask for a guide to bring me salvation;
I ask for thyself when your pilgramage begins;
I ask for thyself out of desperation.
I ask for a single wish in my postmortem; I ask for thyself; please bring forth Requiem.
Author Note: More effective if typed line per line, for quick communication with your team’s Karthus.
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Requiem whispers high,
Karthus calls death from the sky,
Silence, souls comply.
Voice thy opinion, a pine, not ping
For inhibition tempers, whilst tempers sing
Want not for alert, nor timer, nor tine
Solely harsh rebuke such efforts find
Only when broached in constrained rote
Shall one’s request, in earnest, be note
A missive, penned, by dead man’s hand
Such prayers devoid of reprimand
“Vocal Lich of Ill Renown”
“Might thy Requiem bare down”
“And slay their wretch with thine own hand”
“So that thy riches may still expand?”
So it arrives, in windowed still
A small request for blood to spill
Met, in moments, by a pause
Prying hope from Cerberus’ jaws
Yet seconds tick, and fangs down bare
A threat escapes, still unaware
Of mercy given, salvation’s light
A request met, albeit with spite
“Fuck you no, I can’t kill twitch”
“I’d rather ult your mother, bitch”
“Dog teammates, all should uninstall”
“I’m afk once I recall”
Here’s some haikus for “KARTHUS ULT”:
Spectral whispers float,
Karthus chants a deathly tune,
Unleash the Requiem.
From the shadowed depths,
Cascading notes echo forth,
Souls consumed by death.
Eyes turn skyward,
As darkness swallows the land,
Karthus claims your prize.
Ethereal whispers,
Karthus channels his dark might,
Let Death rain from above.
Sing, ethereal dirge,
Death’s embrace from jungle’s heart,
Silent requiem.
My only criticism would be that while your rhyme structure is accurate, and the ending couplet is excellent, it does not have the correct syllabic stress alternation to make it a true Shakespearean sonnet
I’m not smart enough to do that, at least it’s a C- Poem right ?
Flashbacks to the term “Iambic Pentameter” from school.
On my deathbed, I want a full lecture of every esoteric fact I’ve learned from education because ain’t no other methodology makes my life flash before my eyes as vividly.
You have been muted for the rest of the game for typing a phrase from our restricted list. You will no longer be able to read chat, but you may still communicate using pings.
Look, if you had one Karthus or one ult opportunity
To seize every bot gank you ever wanted in one moment
Would you type it or just let it slip?
Yo
His support is sweaty, lane pressure’s weak, arms are in Doritos and dusty
There’s vomit on his sweater already, mom’s spaghetti
ADC’s nervous, but on the surface, he looks calm and auto spacing
To drop Caitlyn traps, but he keeps on forgetting the keybinds
What he wrote down, top and mid go so loud over a failed 1v2 gank
He opens his mouth, but the pings won’t come out
He’s chokin’, how? Everybody’s ganking him now
The clock’s run out, time’s up, over, Karthus please Press R
Snap back to reality, jungler, there goes our priority
Ope, there goes our support, he inted , he’s so mad
But he won’t give up that easy, no, he won’t have it less than 0-10
He knows his whole back’s to these apes, it don’t matter
He’s dope, he knows that, but he’s broke, he’s so stagnant
He knows when he goes back to this bot lane, that’s when it’s
Back to the lab again,
Yo, please press R Karthus
Better go capture this herald and hope we don’t get dived
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IT WILL GET YOU BANNED I’m not even kidding , it’s bannable for excessive chat flooding , 100% have been banned for it
Please read Summoner’s Code if you think I’m bullshitting