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Arthur Rimbaud
#1
Werewolf
MA
8
ST
3
AG
3
AV
8
R
7
B
23
P
0
F
0
G
6
Cp
1
In
0
Cs
0
Td
1
Mvp
1
GPP
9
XPP
0
SPP
9
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Skills
Claw
Frenzy
Regeneration
Block (20k)
Morts de Quatre-vingt-douze

Morts de Quatre-vingt-douze et de Quatre-vingt-treize,
Qui, pâles du baiser fort de la liberté,
Calmes, sous vos sabots, brisiez le joug qui pèse
Sur l'âme et sur le front de toute humanité ;

Hommes extasiés et grands dans la tourmente,
Vous dont les coeurs sautaient d'amour sous les haillons,
O Soldats que la Mort a semés, noble Amante,
Pour les régénérer, dans tous les vieux sillons ;

Vous dont le sang lavait toute grandeur salie,
Morts de Valmy, Morts de Fleurus, Morts d'Italie,
O million de Christs aux yeux sombres et doux ;

Nous vous laissions dormir avec la République,
Nous, courbés sous les rois comme sous une trique.
- Messieurs de Cassagnac nous reparlent de vous !
Gerard de Nerval
#2
Flesh Golem
MA
4
ST
4
AG
2
AV
9
R
0
B
13
P
0
F
0
G
2
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
0
GPP
0
XPP
0
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0
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Skills
Regeneration
Stand Firm
Thick Skull
 
Walt Whitman
#3
Flesh Golem
MA
4
ST
4
AG
2
AV
9
R
0
B
79
P
0
F
0
G
11
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
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0
GPP
0
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0
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0
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Regeneration
Stand Firm
Thick Skull
From "Song of Myself"

...
I wish I could translate the hints about the dead young men and women,
And the hints about old men and mothers, and the offspring taken soon out of their laps.
What do you think have become of the young and old men?
And what do you think have become of the women and children?
They are alive and well somewhere,
The smallest sprout shows there is really no death,
And if ever there was it led forward life, and does not wait at the end to arrest it,
And ceas'd the moment life appear'd.
All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses,
And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.

...

The spotted hawk swoops by and accuses me, he complains of my gab and my loitering.
I too am not a bit tamed, I too am untranslatable,
I sound my barbaric YAWP over the roofs of the world.

Giacomo Leopardi II
#4
Ghoul Runner
MA
7
ST
3
AG
3
AV
7
R
74
B
8
P
4
F
0
G
6
Cp
2
In
0
Cs
0
Td
1
Mvp
0
GPP
5
XPP
0
SPP
5
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Dodge

L'Infinito

Sempre caro mi fu quest’ermo colle,
E questa siepe, che da tanta parte
Dell’ultimo orizzonte il guardo esclude.
Ma sedendo e rimirando, interminati
Spazi di là da quella, e sovrumani
Silenzi, e profondissima quiete
Io nel pensier mi fingo, ove per poco
Il cor non si spaura. E come il vento
Odo stormir tra queste piante, io quello
Infinito silenzio a questa voce
Vo comparando: e mi sovvien l’eterno,
E le morte stagioni, e la presente
E viva, e il suon di lei. Così tra questa
Immensità s’annega il pensier mio:
E il naufragar m’è dolce in questo mare.
 
Charles Baudelaire
#5
Wight Blitzer
MA
7
ST
3
AG
3
AV
8
R
31
B
53
P
0
F
0
G
11
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
2
Td
4
Mvp
2
GPP
26
XPP
0
SPP
26
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Block
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+MA (30k)
Guard (20k)
Spleen : Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle

Quand le ciel bas et lourd pèse comme un couvercle
Sur l'esprit gémissant en proie aux longs ennuis,
Et que de l'horizon embrassant tout le cercle
Il nous verse un jour noir plus triste que les nuits ;

Quand la terre est changée en un cachot humide,
Où l'Espérance, comme une chauve-souris,
S'en va battant les murs de son aile timide
Et se cognant la tête à des plafonds pourris ;

Quand la pluie étalant ses immenses traînées
D'une vaste prison imite les barreaux,
Et qu'un peuple muet d'infâmes araignées
Vient tendre ses filets au fond de nos cerveaux,

Des cloches tout à coup sautent avec furie
Et lancent vers le ciel un affreux hurlement,
Ainsi que des esprits errants et sans patrie
Qui se mettent à geindre opiniâtrement.

- Et de longs corbillards, sans tambours ni musique,
Défilent lentement dans mon âme ; l'Espoir,
Vaincu, pleure, et l'Angoisse atroce, despotique,
Sur mon crâne incliné plante son drapeau noir.
Ugo Foscolo
#6
Wight Blitzer
MA
7
ST
3
AG
3
AV
8
R
-2
B
69
P
-2
F
0
G
10
Cp
2
In
0
Cs
3
Td
0
Mvp
0
GPP
8
XPP
0
SPP
8
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Block
Regeneration
+MA (30k)
A Zacinto

Né più mai toccherò le sacre sponde
ove il mio corpo fanciulletto giacque,
Zacinto mia, che te specchi nell'onde
del greco mar da cui vergine nacque

Venere, e fea quelle isole feconde
col suo primo sorriso, onde non tacque
le tue limpide nubi e le tue fronde
l'inclito verso di colui che l'acque

cantò fatali, ed il diverso esiglio
per cui bello di fama e di sventura
baciò la sua petrosa Itaca Ulisse.

Tu non altro che il canto avrai del figlio,
o materna mia terra; a noi prescrisse
il fato illacrimata sepoltura.
 
Simon Coleridge
#7
Werewolf
MA
8
ST
3
AG
3
AV
8
R
0
B
0
P
0
F
0
G
0
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
0
GPP
0
XPP
0
SPP
0
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Skills
Claw
Frenzy
Regeneration
Lord Byron
#8
Zombie
MA
4
ST
3
AG
2
AV
8
R
0
B
26
P
0
F
2
G
11
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
2
Td
0
Mvp
2
GPP
14
XPP
0
SPP
14
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Skills
Regeneration
Kick (20k)
DARKNESS

by: George Gordon (Lord) Byron (1788-1824)

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went--and came, and brought no day,
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires--and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings--the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire--but hour by hour
They fell and faded--and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash--and all was black.
...
 
Ezra Pound
#9
Zombie
MA
3
ST
3
AG
2
AV
8
R
0
B
15
P
0
F
1
G
10
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
1
GPP
5
XPP
0
SPP
5
Injuries
-ma
Skills
Regeneration
(1860–1948)

Ione, Dead the Long Year

Empty are the ways,
Empty are the ways of this land
And the flowers
Bend over with heavy heads.
They bend in vain.
Empty are the ways of this land
Where Ione
Walked once, and now does not walk
But seems like a person just gone.
Catullo
#10
Zombie
MA
4
ST
3
AG
2
AV
8
R
5
B
21
P
0
F
6
G
11
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
1
GPP
5
XPP
0
SPP
5
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Skills
Regeneration
V. ad Lesbiam

VIVAMUS mea Lesbia, atque amemus,
rumoresque senum seueriorum
omnes unius aestimemus assis!
soles occidere et redire possunt:
nobis cum semel occidit breuis lux,
nox est perpetua una dormienda.
da mi basia mille, deinde centum,
dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,
deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum.
dein, cum milia multa fecerimus,
conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,
aut ne quis malus inuidere possit,
cum tantum sciat esse basiorum.

XCIV. ad Mentulam
MENTVLA moechatur. Moechatur mentula? Certe.
Hoc est quod dicunt: ipsa olera olla legit.
 
Johan Wolfgang von Goethe
#11
Zombie
MA
4
ST
3
AG
2
AV
9
R
0
B
18
P
0
F
6
G
11
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
2
GPP
10
XPP
0
SPP
10
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Skills
Regeneration
+AV (30k)
THE DANCE OF THE DEAD

by: Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

HE warder he gazes o' the night
On the graveyards under him lying,
The moon into clearness throws all by her light,
The night with the daylight is vying.
There's a stir in the graves, and forth from their tombs
The form of a man, then a woman next looms
In garments long trailing and snowy.

They stretch themselves out, and with eager delight
Join the bones for the revel and dancing --
Young and old, rich and poor, the lady and the knight,
Their trains are a hindrance to dancing.
And since here by shame they no longer are bound,
They shuffle them off, and lo, strewn lie around
Their garments on each little hillock.

Here rises a shank, and a leg wobbles there
With lewd diabolical gesture;
And clatter and rattle of bones you might hear,
As of one beating sticks to a measure.
This seems to the warder a laughable game:
Then the tempter, low whispering, up to him came:
"In one of their shrouds go and wrap thee."

'Twas done soon as said; then he gained in wild flight
Concealment behind the church portal,
The moon all the while throws her bright beams of light
On the dance where they revel and sport all.
First one, then another, dispersed all are they,
And donning their shrouds steal the spectres away,
And under the graves all is quiet.

But one of them stumbles and fumbles along,
'Midst the tombstones groping intently;
But none of his comrades have done him this wrong,
His shroud in the breeze 'gins to scent he.
He rattles the door of the tower, but can find
No entrance -- good luck to the warder behind! --
'Tis barred with blest crosses of metal.

His shroud must he have, or rest can he ne'er;
And so, without further preambles,
The old Gothic carving he grips then and there,
From turret to pinnacle scrambles.
Alas for the warder! all's over, I fear;
From buttress to buttress in dev'lish career
He climbs like a long-legged spider.

The warder he trembles, and pale doth he look,
That shroud he would gladly be giving,
When piercing transfixed it a sharp-pointed hook!
He thought his last hour he was living.
Clouds cover already the vanishing moon,
With thunderous clang beats the clock a loud One --
Below lies the skeleton, shattered.
Eugenio Montale
#12
Zombie
MA
4
ST
3
AG
2
AV
8
R
0
B
16
P
0
F
6
G
9
Cp
0
In
0
Cs
0
Td
0
Mvp
1
GPP
5
XPP
0
SPP
5
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Skills
Regeneration
Forse un mattino andando in un’aria di vetro

Forse un mattino andando in un’aria di vetro,
arida, rivolgendomi, vedrò compirsi il miracolo:
il nulla alle mie spalle, il vuoto dietro
di me, con un terrore di ubriaco.

Poi come s’uno schermo, s’accamperanno di gitto
Alberi case colli per l’inganno consueto.
Ma sarà troppo tardi; ed io me n’andrò zitto
Tra gli uomini che non si voltano, col mio segreto.