Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious.

AdomegaAdyelerent

So he built a real mammoth M2, and travelled back in time to meet the furry mammoths of old.

Absolutely Not. (By the way, my name is Latin for: The Bringer of Burning and Destruction.

AduNexxAtquowarelerent.

I call my buddy Gandalf and he summons the Great Eagles, who fly me to Rivendale.

Nope. Titan M1. Thine beloweth user hath possess M2 Freeze?

So he told himself, THE CAKE IS A LIE!!!

I ban you, aperaiderpistol, until someone else posts. Reason: Trying to be cute by incorrectly placing emoticons to represent the supposed 'error' in the above person's post.

Player laolee123456789 has been for: However long I feel like. REASON: Being a Captain and having a name beginning with 'L'.

I ban you, Alidarklord, for improper punctuation, capitalization, and sentence structure.

Game of Colors A game of war wages battle with relentless fury throughout the once-secluded town of Kungur. Throughout the raging battlefield is played the game of colors - Red and Blue fly amongst bursts of Orange, Yellow, and White as warring platoons confront with shells of lead and iron. With the alert of a trumpet a solitary Hornet in possession of the enemy’s colors absconded to its hive. In short order it arrived at its base, and time to post the colors had come. Enemies can attempt to scorch and burn, but it is too late. The game is won.

The Battlefield As I sit on a lonely battlefield I am as empty as a depleted shell. For as my heart is detached of love I feel not whole, but a fragment, a piece… Across many a nation, in a world so large we fight not for love, but for power and for rank and for crystals. Yet while in my heart, now split in two I see the value in an invisible prize. And as I sit in a sea of endless flame and death and disease I see no future beyond war’s fate. For inside hulls of steel and iron rests deceit coated in uranium. For why fight the battle of tanks when in place could be placed a golden trophy of utmost desire; a world without fire and decease. A world of unity and peace. And as I plunge through the depths of a fiery hell A hell which is Earth but not Earth I see the deprivation of peace and unity and love and light. Now I make my stand. I ride over pain with solid metal tread as I reach new lands. Lands without hatred or despair or divergence. Lands without darkness. I have found my land. My place of joy. And my joy comes not from the outside but from within. I have found love in my heart. If this poem is too long, then please let me know and I can shorten it. P.S. It is comprised of eight stanzas.