Acrostic Poem Contest

[scaree]

Building wells
Adventuring in 8 bit style
Lots of Clicking
Let's go the extra mile
Oh for heaven's sake we're last!
Or start the other End we're number one!
No fooling you is there? Well, nearly done!
Salt petre made such nice balloons so fast!

[LaKitteh]

Perfection is impossible.
Routes change, for trees especially.
Over-supply one day becomes a
Deficit the next.
Under my Star, stacks are built and devoured.
Celebration events use up stores I
Traded for, hoarded for that rainy day.
In war time, vast resources are consumed.
Only for moments, balance is achieved.
Never-ending is my tweaking of the economy.

[LaKitteh]

The eldest brother...
He gave me starting supplies.
Endless now are his demands for repayment in
Ore, stone, wood, weapons, even gold.
Does he so mismanage his own economy?
Or is he gathering supplies secretly for
Rebellion?

[SocietalPuma]

Ever intrepid,
Xenophobic he is not.
Perpetually gone,
Looking for adventure
Or searching for treasure.
Returning with another Sons of the Veld,
Enchanting all with his joyful farewell,
Rarely does anyone know what he actually says.

[Takeru_the_Lucky]

Come hither,
Hear my call,
Allways you shall play,
In an addictive world,
Now and forever.

[Dirtiest_Hobo]

Great
Entertainment
Me want Gems
Sasparilla

[MyFancyPants]

Something
Entertaining
Today
Trade
Logs
Exotic
Riches

Time to be published.
MyFancyPants.

[Dukeofvala]

To once have moved so powerfull and mighty
Having the hammer of land and sands of time
Entering dark voids without despair

So was the golden ages of adventures
Every man his own shaper of fortune
The very ground they stepped on, only whispers their story
To us who will hear and be amazed
Letting us know what flesh and blood can do
Even when our hope is being tested
Rest assured they've done it more than twice
Settlers giving birth to empires so they can prosper and rise

[Abetter1]

Settlers drink like there's no tommorrow
Every roly poly one full of sorrow
Thier sons go off to war today
Thier sons come not back along the way
Little soldiers one by one
Enter foreign fields or lie in the sun
Remember as you toil today
Soils you turn were sons yesterday

[hippie_wraith]

Have a heart!
Impertinent donkeys of the
Peepee (BB), ignorant of
Professionalism,
Inspiration, and
Excellence.

Willing to
Relax their principles
And
Integrity, all in the name of
True
Hegemony