Apocalyptica : A dead aim

 

"Fuck this for a lark,

So, we are supposed to throw 

these little arrows at the circle thing. 

Ok I get that, but who dies? It’s a bit pointless, darts.

And where does all the maths come in?"

War said perplexed and a little vexed.

 

"It's a game of skill and accuracy,

with a little added numeracy,

but I suppose 

that is too much for your tiny brain" 

Death said, just wanting to get on with the game.

 

"How about a game of pool, I get that.

Just hit the balls

until they fall in the holes. Simple"

War said, knowing that he could beat death at this game.

All it takes is a steady arm and a good aim.

 

"So, you and Dave, is it serious?" Pestilence prodded.

 

"He's nice, wouldn't hurt a fly,

but I want some fire in my life,

I want someone to hunger over me,

Well to be fair he always hungers around me,

but you know what I mean" Famine said.

 

"Erm I'm here y'know"  

Dave said, looking extremely thin

 

"Jager bombs all around guys"

Conquest put the tray on the table,

and necked one down.

 

"Oh no, not again" 

everyone groaned.

 

 

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