Dead Rising Giveaway!!

Great Idea!

Here's my effort:

The dead live again
People run away in fear
I need a new bat

I've always preferred haiku to more traditional poetry. :P

-J

I'm not to good at poems but here goes nothing.

Oh my god the dead are alive
Theres only one place to run
I gotta go to the mall if i want to survive

Theres so many weapons to choose from
guns chairs cars swords even shower heads
screw all that...ill use this spikey cactus instead

Zombies aren't that pretty
So I'll shove a traffic cone on them
and run over them like I do in the city

Blood guts bones and brains
Whats even better is that
they can all go up in flames.

What do I need this camera for?
I guess I'll need pictures to show
to my family and that girl next door.

There are others that need me
So I give them piggy back rides
and all I hear is Please...Don't let them eat me!

Dead, dead. Here comes Gazz to smash in your head

here is a short one.


Zombies are green
Human blood runs red
You will be dead soon with teeth marks to your head

Originally posted by chronic_i@Jul 24 2006, 01:07 PM
here is a short one.


Zombies are green
Human blood runs red
You will be dead soon with teeth marks to your head

on your head, perhaps?

I never was much of a poet, but for a free copy of Dead Rising I'll give anything a shot. It's a little long, but here goes.

A satellite from outer space
came tumbling down at a great pace
and landed in a field in Delaware
And where it crashed, the dead awoke
(“Brains,” the only word they spoke)
and gave the local village quite a scare

“The dead, they walk!” some shouted out
(which made the little children pout)
while others simply turned and ran away
All the while, the dead marched on
(their skin was green and their eyes were gone!)
needing brains to help them through the day

It’s hard to say exactly when
the first poor sap had his head bitten
but those who saw it swore it was a sight!
With arms held forward, he lurched on, too
(his lips turning from pink to blue)
and joined the other creatures of the night

Of course, by then, the word had spread
of this poor village swarmed by the dead
—The army was sent in for a fight!
With planes and tanks and bombs and guns
they gave those dead guys quite a run
and kept on blasting corpses through the night

When daylight came, the people were thrilled
the zombies had, once more, been killed
and everyone recovered from disaster
“But wait,” some asked. “Were they all bad
to want to take the lives we had?
Brains were all that they were really after.”

The days went by and the people forgot
about that marching undead lot
that took the lives of so many in such short time
Now, deep below the ground they rest
(their bodies rotten and clothing all messed)
wanting to live again, their only crime

Nice contest, monkster!

gonna write meself a nice one!

Now, Behold!


Walking down the graveyard,
you feel brave.
as long as its light,
you are still safe.

A rose in you hand,
a nice gift
for late gran.
thinking of her, you drift.

While praying for her,
you feel the earth shake.
'Nevermind', you think
its just a fake.

Putting down the rose,
on here dead ground,
a hand manicingly arose
with terrifying sound!

You stumble back,
and you nearly flipped
as your granny starts
to climb out of her crypt!

Clothes torn apart,
and one eye missing.
You get a faint heart,
when you hear her hissing.

'Gran, its me!' you yell.
she turns around,
and you know too well,
that trouble's abound.

She looks deadly at the rose,
and soon after, it began to smoke.
'Poof', it said quick,
leaving a crater in the bricks.

Cackling something foul,
and the ground shakes through.
Your skin starts to crawl,
it feels like a dejavu.

Critters rise from everywhere,
deadly gazing at you.
A stench fills the air.
Still you know what to do.

You run and hide,
find something that saves.
But everytime you tried,
the only thing here, are graves.

Coming even more close
you think why your kin,
Like her appearance shows,
has such a demon within.

'Your mine!', she says with a shriek.
When your finally caught,
beginning to feel weak.
your fleeing was for naught.

Everything turns dark.
the sounds fade away
you see a spark
then you pray.

You open up one eye,
and see the sun.
Along with a beautiful sky,
where did it all begun?

You wait for that creep,
Did it really take place?
I probably fell asleep,
as you rest your case.

You pick yourself up,
feeling in your veins,
when you stumble back home,
just a little bit of craving...

For brains.



Kinda made me laugh how it turned out!






edit

LOL? 1500th post!

Just joined gamershell.com, so here is my first post AND my first poem (And hopefully my first contest win...provided people in Canada can win!)


'Zombies hate a Villa'

A villa is where I'm moving,
So as to save my life.
And when you're dying I'll be grooving,
With my supermodel wife.

Zombies will kill you all,
But I'll be safe and sound.
They always stay in a mall,
Or big city, or rural town.

You don't see Zombies in Tuscani,
Or any other villa-type place.
So none of them will be after me,
They'll stick with just eating YOUR face.

They'll roam New York, Toronto, Chicago
And every other major city.
To the country you might try to go,
But you'll soon see thats just silly.

They'll shamble through woods and hills,
Nothing stopping their immense human diet.
Soon they'll rack up SO many kills,
You might hear the words 'RUNNING RIOT!'

But remember the movies and TV shows?
Not about girls, nazis or a gorilla.
Anyone who remembers them really knows,
That zombies will never ever visit a villa.

They destroy cities and towns and farms alike,
With nothing getting in their way!
You could even try setting them a-light,
But that does nothing, and stinks all day.

So prepare yourselves for the zombie wave,
Call in the army and marine corps!
But you will all be sent to your grave,
While I kick back in the Azores.


Well there ya go! That's the Canadian's entry! If I can't get it in Canada, ship it to my brother in the states!

wow, only 16 replies so far.

Here is my entry, im just trying my hardest lol so hopefully its enough to get this great game that i know everyone has been waiting forever for. sorry for the length



As I fly into the dazed town
I just seem to look down

Fires roaring
Screams dieing
What is happening

As my camera snaps
I seem profound
To just keep staring down

People dying
Coptors flying


Then as I do my best to supress the fear
I see the dead start to stear

I look on in horror
Asking for reason

Should I stay or go
Flying on to what I dont know

As we land on the rooftop below
Maybe i shouldnt go

My mind said but my body said yes
I just jumped at as if i was being tested

Just then, out of the cornor of my eye
I saw someone come by

He didnt seem like the others
Just standing there

I asked for the reason
He just told me to bare

Because when he started sighing
He told me the dead was rising

The coptor left
Stranded here
Overcame with fear

I treaded on
Hearing the moans

We go now
To the building below

Survivors traped
People crying

As we sat the dead were rising
Through the windows we can see the blank stares
And all fear are own disspear

The glass shatters
The feet patter

Crys of terror
Nothing clearer

I run up the stairs
Thinking of nothing

Grabbing what i could
I found a nice hunk of wood

As i lifted it off the ground
I heard the worst sound

I swung and with a thud
The zombie laid dead

3 days have gone by
I dont know if i shall live

I will leave it at this
Because i fear i have no time

Killing a zombie isnt a crime
But it shore as hell buys you time