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A Fortnite Poem

I awake inside a battle bus
But I will never fucking fuss
I jump without the slightest plan
Oh hi, Yes my name is Stan

I land a clever spot you see
I've got airplanes pointed right at me
As I swing I think I might survive
Til one of those planes come alive

I panic building only floors
Then walls with a couple doors
I see the pilot point at me
Her hungry eyes filled with devilish glee

I wave in hope of making friends
Her and I can begin again
She disagrees and starts to fire
Burning through my deepest desire

I run away, building mad
I get an idea, its pretty bad
I hold the grappler I have with me
And Stick to the plane, like a flee

She giggles and holds out her hand
She said that she was going to land
She told me that she was alone
Her duo partner had gone home

I told her I would help her through
Knowing what I'd have to do
If we ever even made it that long
My decision no matter what would be wrong

So off we went
Two pals, Two Cent
Hoping to mange a dime
Let's not die we're in our prime

We see a pair of Skeletons
Jiggling like their gelatin
(Gelatin read as Gelaton for rhyme)
I draw my gun ready to fire
I'm a king...This is my empire

My pilot begins to shoot
I'm quick to follow suit
Our Bullets and their faces meet
We laugh as they fall in defeat

We begin to move
We're in the groove
The circle nears
It confirms out fears

I Look at my partner
We can't go any farther
I believe it Is the end
We share one last hug as friends

We stand back to back
Shuddering in stacks
We walk ten paces
Then look at each others faces

I could not do it
I lowered my mitt
My shot hit the ground
While her shot domed my crown

She cried a widows tears
Deprived of all her cheers
As she saw the victory royale
All she could do was howl