The Long Dark

The Long Dark

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TLD limerick thread? Sure
In the cold of the Canadian dark, Astrid would often embark. But a slip on the ice, Made her ankles pay the price, Now she limps through snow as the wolves bark.

Will Mackenzie, with lungs so tight, Would pant through the day and the night. Fighting off death, He’d struggle for breath, His inhaler was no where in sight.
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FurstyFerret 7 Sep, 2024 @ 3:38am 
In a land where the snowflakes dance free,
You struggle for warmth and for tea.
With wolves on the prowl,
And the cold like a scowl,
Survival's a harsh, frosty spree.
LB_Neo 14 Sep, 2024 @ 2:58am 
Whether its Astrid complaining or Will heavy breathing,
one things for sure it really is freezing,
We push on as we really don't care.
all we need to do is dance this aurora bear.
we pull out the bow and aim at his head.
but damn it we missed and now we are dead.
Lazarus Long 15 Sep, 2024 @ 7:18am 
Once on Great Bear Island there was a Mouse,
Where ever she went with her came the House,
Even the kitchen Sink,
And a toilet for Drink,
When set afire the flames no storm could Douse!
Lazarus Long 15 Sep, 2024 @ 8:00am 
Astrid caught by a storm ran out of meat,
So she was freezing with no food to eat,
While trying to hunt game,
He ankle became lame,
And then she complained "I can't feel my feet!"
rmesch2014 16 Sep, 2024 @ 7:46am 
Astrid, as bear meat she fried,
left her pots when from blizzard took flight.
Cold, thirsty said "Gee,
I must drink my own pee."
Since the game wouldn't let her, she died.
rmesch2014 16 Sep, 2024 @ 2:46pm 
Sorry, can't stop myself:

A player after blunders repeat
met death, after which he chose "cheat".
As a ghost he said "Man,
now I don't have a can,
but this place is a cannery, neat!"
Lazarus Long 17 Sep, 2024 @ 4:37pm 
There once was an old lady from Milton,
As old as the hill her house was Built On,
She was blind as a Bat,
Never ever got Fat,
To sleep in her bed seemed like the Hilton.
Lazarus Long 17 Sep, 2024 @ 5:02pm 
Below the slopes of Timberwolf Mountain,
Lives a moose that leaves suvivors Poutin',
The treasure it Guards,
Does not grow in Yards,
There the birch bark tea flows like a Fountain.
Lazarus Long 17 Dec, 2024 @ 8:47am 
Her name is Mittens the Murder Kitten,
And once you see her you will be Smitten,
You will give a deep Sigh,
When see her up so High,
Then you'll be mauled, clawed, and Bitten.
Stevcorp 30 Jan @ 4:24am 
A stalker mere minutes from dead,
Found a bunker hatch made out of lead.
He thanked God for the find,
But found nothing inside.
Should have thanked RNGsus instead.
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