2nd poetry contest

The 2nd poetry contest took place on June 2nd in Greater Tibetan Calendar. The venue was the Knights Arena, which Gregor kindly made available to us.

It began after most of the audience, jury members and participants had gathered, with a greeting from the organizer, Cheflyriker Kargo.

I would like to summarize the greeting briefly:

Your artists and

those interested in art Before I open the poetry competition, I would like to express my thanks to the Mercs, who will place today's event under their protection.

(They meant surprise and Del Varna, which were supposed to neutralize troublemakers.)

When the speakers are ready? So I hereby open the poetry contest.

After some confusion about the order

, KarlM started in the prepared poems category.

Dear comrades, I want to perform a song from our ranks. It was written by me and some comrades. The melody may not come out so well, but well, well:

the intertibial

Wake up, damn this earth that

still forces you to log.

The right, like embers in the herd of craters,

now penetrates with power to the breakthrough.

Clear the table with the PKern,

army of newbies wake up!

Being Lvl 1 is no longer valid

, becoming a wizard is overflowing!

sir martin I. once again proved what he is made of ......

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refrain: Newbies hear the signals,

on to the last fight!

The intertibial

fights the newbie right.

No higher being will save us,

no wizard, not the CIP production.

we

can act as wizards to redeem ourselves from misery .

empty word, rake the newbie,

empty word, the best-list duty.

We are called minors and servants,

so our enemies are not banned.

There was an ugly scene when a certain Freedome tried to disrupt the event. Here is the result.

Refrain

In town and Duegon you Tibians,

we will be the strongest of the parties.

The dark guilds are getting softer!

THIS WORLD MUST BE OURS!

Our inventory is no longer

food for the thieves and the PC core!

Only when we have expelled them

does the server run without ceasing!

The server took this as an opportunity to prove that he is still the ruler and shit off.

After we gathered again, I tried to get the entire audience to smile at the camera together. That went absolutely in the pants due to a lack of math skills, so there is no corresponding screen shoot.

Then we continued.

May I ask my friends for silence. So once written poems and once spontaneous poems. At the moment we are in the passage of the written poems. KarlM has already read a poem. Now it's Alwin's turn.

Alwin went forward.

(bow)

The title of my poem is:

My life in Tibia

Through Tibia I rush

until the sunset

speckles the orc with arrows,

hit the Mino dead,

dark cave, high mountains

nothing is alien

to me anymore with people, elves, dwarfs

I share my last shirt

friendliness becomes not rewarded

you turned it into a cord

blaspheme, scold, mockery and scorn

and finally broke my neck

awakened by divine grace

I recognized the value of life

although sometimes hard and bland

I continue my good work

(bow)

After thunderous applause (screenshot missing), it was the next artist's turn.

Arive.

Now I'm going to recite my poem.

When the sun darkened, when the wind stopped blowing

there came dark figures, probably from everywhere

And they plundered the villages and murdered the cattle

but the call for Garian Wargad never died down thanks to CIP

Garian was a great hero, a paladin of high Ehr

together with his friends, he marched against the army of terror.

They set out to free this country

into the castle of the demon sultan, there they had to go!

5 heroes pull through the country, Garian Wargad with 4 warriors

flies their banner by the torchlight and it continues for the good goal

hundreds of demons stand in their way

through Gardrian Wargad's courage but he escapes this horror

But he sees his friends fall under the demon sultan's army. Despising

this act so much, his hatred grew more and more!

Screaming he storms the festival of terror, the sword raised in his hand

The noise of fighting in the demon castle can be heard in the whole country

3 really strong blows and the Sultan is no longer

now the people rise and fight against the army of terror,

1000 peasants are now entering the battle Paladin is in the middle of it the demon sultan doesn’t exist anymore and we continue for the good goal.

3 days and 3 nights farmers fight in the field, among them Gardan Wargard our hero fights.

When the demons are destroyed and the sun shows up

there is a huge festival

the villages will soon stand up again, the shepherds will go to the pastures again

Garian is gone again, is now fighting on for the good goal!

At this point he broke off the lecture, otherwise it would take too long. After his stormy farewell, it was the turn of the next candidate, Tucholsky (here at his lecture ).

To the audience

Oh dear audience,

tell me: Are you really as stupid

as

all guild leaders tell us every day. Every boss

with a big bottom

says: "The audience wants it that way!"

Every RoA-Fritze says: "What should I eat?

The audience wants these bloody things"

Everyone in the dark shrugs their shoulders and says

"White guilds just don't go"

Say, dear audience,

are you really that stupid?

Then, after some heavy applause, Arianrod came, who had decided on an English poem (here in her meditative phase (screenshot missing ).

I lie under moonlight

my blood drenches the grass

i open my arms wide

in my armor of brass

to welcome an old friend

to give my last breath

again this is my end

to take me lord death Lead me to a new place

where adventure awaits

i am feeling no disgrace

i am not afraid

Death is my companion

always following me

there's no need to mention

it always will be

I was some lifes peacefull

an in some i fought brave

but i always thought careful

whom my service i gave

lead me to a new land

where a task is to do

I'm holding out my hand

now i'm following you

Now darkness surrounds me

yet, I'm frightened a bit

I can feel my body

yes you freed me from it

there's some golden blue light

approaching me now

i fall out of this sweet night

into new life somehow

Death brought me to new life

I ' m still weak but my face

gives me power to survive

on my stony new ways

And if this old friend Death comes

He will always be welcome

no argueing then

I'm familiar with this one

i have choosen my fath

And so much must stay undone

only this fact i hate ...

(Godness used this point to shamelessly let himself go)

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After the cheers had subsided and our reporter had dried off, it went on.

After a little hectic phase, the second part of the competition, the spontaneous poetry, began. Of course, KarlM began here too.

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He had to include the words "dragon" and "drawbridge" in his lecture.

I crossed a drawbridge

and held on to a crutch.

I was looking for a terrible vengeance,

but then a green dragon killed me.

After this short performance it was the turn of Godness (rune and Frodo).

When I passed Frodo and

the sun was high in the sky,

a man glared at

a rune in my hand, I ran

quickly into the dark alleys of Tibia,

but a guy called Mifas came along * grin *

I lifted my sword up in the air and

carried him in the next crypt

I did not forget the scent of his blood that I

drank of his blood, of his bread ate.

Then Arive came with his poem (Troll and Bread).

I would like to be a troll

troll troll troll troll

yes I would love that !! yes yes

to be a troll troll troll

you wouldn't be weak and small

but strong and so missed

Yes what am I going to do !!

If I became a troll troll troll troll troll

man, how would I think that would be great,

that would be beautiful! yes yes

a troll troll troll

that would be nice!

What have all the Troll offered one

I eat all day only bread

Man-made

that would probably laugh

Jaja a troll Troll to be

if I were not weak and small

I think it would vermoss

I would be strong and big

And the bread I would eat,

no, we'd rather eat it!

Dumdidudei

the poem is over now

After another poem, which ran out of valuation and is therefore not taken into account here, Mage of Hell perished

Was defeated Sauron in his dark tower

not by the elves, but Frodo the little worm

a long time now he sinnte cruel revenge

and erkohr Mage of Hell as a tool in this matter

hatred, discord and pain he must be lodged within Tibia walls

than that people by name shiver like

even the people of this place weigh in security,

but the onslaught of dark forces is ready

After the light is banished from the world,

tibia down to the ground burned

all living creatures torn lying on the ground,

is the almighty darkness forever win

* har har har *

After an embarrassing pause in silence, there was a thin applause of courtesy. Then the Godness, Zelda Haffax, went to the square

No dog nor man more awake at this hour

but deep underground cries tingle

up Amazons the fight make

Des Monster sharp claws

deep wounds in the flesh draw

the Amazons in horror loudly cried out

Fought against the horror

The Last lifeless body falls to the ground

, the Last woman to face the monster

Evil was victorious that day

Five young, tired Amazons are lying.

Arive summed up the opinion of the majority .

The jury then withdrew to deliberate. Due to the fact that both of them are heavy smokers, they had to retreat to the "cat's corner". .

Then it was

Kargo, announced the winners of both categories.

Spontaneous poems:

1. Arive

2. Zelda Haffax

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3. Poems

written by KarlM :

1. alwin

2. Mage of Hell

3. Arive

Of course, the winners were celebrated.

Since the server had also stolen our prizes during its show of force, a small collection was held during the event. The winners were then served from these prizes according to a sophisticated process.

Then there was a small celebration. But our reporter stayed away because he immediately ran into the laboratory and developed the photos.

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Your reporter says goodbye to a nice party.