A Poem.

[OvaryEater (DayZ) 1]

The Following Story is Based Off of True Events:

 

In DayZ Their are two kinds of players. Bandits, and heroes. Then, there is me. Sick, twisted, maniacal. I find joy in watching others squander in fear as I stand above their tiny bodies, and feeble minds with my handcuffs. I don't shoot on sight, I even help people sometimes. However, when I find that one survivor. Usually with his buddy, both are new to the game. I bring them in, showing gratitude and make them feel at home. One common misconception is that your home is safe. Nowhere is safe. I handcuff one, and make his other friend watch as I stuff his mouth with rotten bananas doused in bleach, as I take off all of his clothes and expose him. Now naked, and sick, I play games. In the apocalypse I don't have many friends, so when someone comes along I like to play. "Simon says" is usually my game of choice. 

 

Simon says "roll over"

Simon says "beg for your life"

Simon says "play dead" 

 

His friend watches in horror, as I slowly break him down and feel like the animal he is.

 

Simon says "Stand up"

 

Once he is standing, I tell his friend to get down on his knees and pull off his buddies undies. You can use your imagination from here. As he is going about his merry fondling I dispose of the wretched beast with my six shooter. When the handcuffed man cries and repeats the words, 

 

"why? Why would you do this?"

 

I respond with nothing but,

 

"Pleasure"

 

The handcuffed man is released and cured of his sickness. As he slowly walks out of the city.

 

By himself. 

 

Just like the giant game of the Apocalypse should be played. 

 

FAQ:

 

#1 Why is this post titles a poem? 

Answer: Poem: a piece of writing that partakes of the nature of both speech and song that is nearly always rhythmical and is usually metaphorical. This post fits everything of that definition but the "song" part. Although, it is music to my ears when a survivor cries out in pain. 

Edited January 9, 2014 by OvaryEater