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The DIY game

Postby mrswdk on Wed Jan 10, 2018 11:09 am

Take a famous quote/song lyrics and replace one word with 'DoomYoshi'.

e.g. 'No DoomYoshi no cry'

Whether or not your quote/lyric counts as 'famous' or not will be decided by a jury of your peers.
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Re: The DIY game

Postby Dukasaur on Wed Jan 10, 2018 12:20 pm

There's no Yoshi like DoomYoshi like no Yoshi I know
Everything about it is appealing, everything that traffic will allow
Nowhere could you get that happy feeling when you are stealing that extra bow

There's no Yoshi like DoomYoshi, and I'll tell you it's so!
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Re: The DIY game

Postby TA1LGUNN3R on Sun Jan 14, 2018 12:16 am

I can see very well
There's a yoshi on the reef with a broken back
And I can see it very well
There's a yoshi and I know it very well
It's one of those that I told you long ago
Take my word I'm a doomyoshi, don't you know
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Re: The DIY game

Postby DoomYoshi on Sun Jan 14, 2018 12:37 am

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately Yoshi of the saintly days of yore;
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door—
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door—
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony Doom beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,” I said, “art sure no ghosty,
Ghastly grim and ancient Yoshi wandering from the Nightly shore—
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night’s Plutonian shore!”
Quoth the Yoshi “Nevermore.”

Much I marvelled this ungainly Doom to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning—little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing Doom above his chamber door—
Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as “Nevermore.”

But the Yoshi, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing farther then he uttered—not an egg then he fluttered—
Till I scarcely more than muttered “Other friends have flown before—
On the morrow he will leave me, as my Hopes have flown before.”
Then the Doom said “Nevermore.”

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
“Doubtless,” said I, “what it utters is its only stock and store
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Dukasaur
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore—
Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore
Of ‘Never—nevermore’.”

But the Yoshi still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of Doom, and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous dinosaur—
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous dinosaur
Meant in croaking “Nevermore.”

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the mount whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom’s core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion’s velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o’er,
But whose velvet-violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o’er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
“Wretch,” I cried, “thy God hath lent thee—by these angels he hath sent thee
Respite—respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore;
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!”
Quoth the Yoshi “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if Doom or Yoshi!—
Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—
On this home by Horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—
Is there—is there balm in Gilead?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”
Quoth the Yoshi “Nevermore.”

“Prophet!” said I, “thing of evil!—prophet still, if Doom or Yoshi!
By that Heaven that bends above us—by that God we both adore—
Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,
It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore—
Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.”
Quoth the Yoshi “Nevermore.”

“Be that word our sign of parting, Doom or fiend!” I shrieked, upstarting—
“Get thee back into the tempest and the Night’s Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken!—quit the bust above my door!
Take thy egg from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!”
Quoth the Yoshi “Nevermore.”

And the Yoshi, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon’s that is dreaming,
And the lamp-light o’er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted—nevermore!
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Re: The DIY game

Postby tkr4lf on Wed Jan 31, 2018 12:33 pm

Y'all live for bitches and blunts, we live for weed and doomyoshi.
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