A poem depicting an evil fog or mist descending upon a port town in England? Yup, this is a clichéd poem for sure and partly was inspired by The Secret World Kingsmouth Calling which I have played a few nights during the beta. This poem included 14 random words (in bold) provided by the following Twitter players: @crisc23 (mushy), @wippy_ (camouflage), @el_ross_m (superlative), @deaftongue411 (abhorrent), @originalbadbele (transport), @goodyniosi (chandelier), @tonygreene113 (egregious), @aluwir (Ipswich), @kujen92 (wilderness), @sorewarding (fish), @dawnie22 (Surrender), @insight_2k (Choice), @davelucas (respirator), @kbotdesign (antediluvian)
Descending Reckoning
In the ocean wilderness
just outside of Ipswich
egregious superlative forces
transport forth from camouflage
with abhorrent results ensuing
At first the fish surrender
antediluvian mushy creatures
tiny feasts for the ever-growing
black mists expanding toward shore
with a darker choice in mind
Sun itself a fading chandelier
no respirator safety for the masses
this fog something most unholy
dark fable and not reality
this is descending reckoning
-Poem by Justin Germino
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