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Let the game begin - Reverse Caption
i. step one put the quarter in prepare to beat your high score morph into your second skin joy comes from a joystick or press of the buttons mash 'em all at once and can't nobody tell you nothin' transform under neon lights conquer every hurdle whether you're a spiky-haired yellow kid or pizza-eating turtle ii. catch that Pac-Man fever become an 8-bit junkie it's more fun than a barrel tossed at you by a monkey find your magic sword & shield to save Hyrule from doom or use a Hundred Hand Slap to prevent a Sonic Boom prepare to hop across the road when the coast is clear and finish any ninja who says "Get Over Here" iii. zombies ate your neighbors and there's no one else to save ya so act like you're a Belmont and this is Castlevania defeat those Ghouls ‘n Goblins every unholy creation birthed from the sick minds of the Umbrella Corporation want the uprising televised? you've got the solution set it all to music and it's a Dance Dance Revolution iv. you can
Trancendence - Reverse Caption
The power flowed into him, filling his lungs, spreading out in his blood like oxygen, and settling into the marrow of his bones. He felt himself smile in a way that he hadn't since he was a boy learning to cast his first spell. He had devoted decades to the study of magic, but now, now he was magic. A glow lit the trees around him. He couldn't be sure if it was the setting sun, or if the glow came from his own skin. A beetle crawled on the ground nearby, seemingly unconcerned with what it had just witnessed, but yet its movements were in time with his heartbeat. A bird in the sky flapped its wings to the same rhythm. A breeze plucked at his hair and clothes. He began to dance, slowly at first; he followed the wind, and the wind followed him. He moved faster, twirling and leaping, until even the fallen leaves were dancing around him. When he stopped, all was still. He smiled again, and raised his arms to the sky. The first stars were visible. He watched them for a long time
Nightmare - Reverse Caption
Brothers and sisters, let me set the scene for a nightmarish creature so foul & obscene that penning this poem makes me want to scream, but the timing is perfect —- for it's Halloween. So, if we must, let's just start at the top of his oversized skull with his unruly mop of so-called hair the no-color of dust on a fissured scalp peeling & leaking out pus. His locks wind 'round horns, they're teeming with germs, and look more like the husks of a million dead worms. You've heard of bats in the belfry? Well, it's not just a phrase; small ones nest in his curls to hide from the sun's rays. One more word on his noggin, for this must be said: it's ten times the girth of a normal-sized head. And if I haven't yet made the case for distaste, let's move to the horror this thing calls a face. Skin's the color of pumpkins dying a slow death or a failing sun breathing its very last breath. Brows like hairy slugs perched on orangey dough crown flat yellow eyes peeking out just below. Those beady
Dream Lover
Winterfell. I know this is a fantasy place, but It would be really cool if I could go anyway ^^ #ShowYourHeart
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Sorry for the late reply I have been away ~ thanks ever so much for including my artwork in your lovely feature