Do not fear to enter a game Containing poetry and fame War rages between the teams One with projectile beams The other savage and clear Their strongest creature induse fear Without hesitation humans stood firm Hellbent on destroying this worm Trans System Authority they called However the problem remains unsolved Both have the right to fight But who has the greatest might? Kharaa, simple and protective They have but one objective To protect their precious hive As long as they live Humans had to react When aliens started to interact Our imbued nature came forth We traveled strictly north Now this menace shall burn Teaching them a lesson they cannot learn Many lay the killed As the war continued to build The end is nowhere near Why cant it just disappear? This is a strive for perfection A game called Natural Selection.
Comments appreciated do tell if I got this whole rhyme thing wrong.
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A doctor in the Medical Wing with one blank eye beat me to death with a rake, shouting â€œItâ€™s just... a standard... procedure!,â€ then made a verbal note of my time of death.
Feel free to correct my English, it's kind of lacking at times.