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O H R R P G C E G a m e s # 7_
This tradition will continue,
at least as long as it's fun.
Explanation of 'months on the top30': this refers to consecutive
issues: If a game fall off the list, it starts back at 1 month if it gets
back on the list. Voting for next issue will be held sometime in September,
on the main Ohrrpgce message board at Zantetsuken.com,
and last for about 15 days.
* Number that are new to this issue (grey numbers
indicate):
7
* Number that have been in every single issue since Issue # 1 (white
numbers indicate): 10
* NOTE: I started using literary adaptations and quotes for the comments
to each game. See how many you can recognize, answers at the bottom.
1
167 points
7 months
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Wingedmene: Part
One
One to be born
From a Griffin
Hoisting the light
And the dark
Arises high up
In the sky
To the still land.
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2
155 points
7 months
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Fantasy Under a Blue
Moon X:
Lunar Shockwave
Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as
yet)—
Though some savants make earth include the sky;
And blue so far above us comes so high,
It only gives our wish for blue a whet.
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151 points
7 months
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Wandering Hamster
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
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115 points
7 months
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Memoria
ADear son of Memory, great heir of Fame,
What need'st thou such weak witness of they name?
Thou in our wonder and astonishment
Has buit thyself a livelong monument.
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5
104 points
4 months
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Arfenhouse!!!1 #!!!!1
Pray thee, take care; that tak'st my book in hand,
To read it well: that is, to understand.
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101 points
7 months
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Origin
Curious, I halt, and silent stand;
Then with light fingers I from the face of the
nearest, the first,
just lift the blanket:
Who are you, elderly man so gaunt and grim, with
well-grey'd hair,
and flesh all sunken about the eyes?
Who are you, my dear comrade?
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91 points
7 months
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Lolsidothaldremobine
I am a slave, both dumb and blind,
Upon a journey dread;
The iron hills lie far behind,
The seas of mist ahead.
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86 points
7 months
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Ends of the Earth
2
Whene'er I wander, at the fall of night,
Where woven boughs shut out the moon's
bright ray,
Should sad Despondency my musings fright,
And frown, to drive fair Cheerfulness away,
Peep with the moonbeams through the leafy
roof,
And keep that fiend Despondence far aloof!
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9
74 points
7 months
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Monterey Penguin
RID of the world's injustice, and his pain,
He rests at last beneath God's veil of blue:
Taken from life when life and love were new
The youngest of the martyrs here is lain,
Fair as Sebastian, and as early slain.
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10
65 points
2 months
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I made Dis
These dull notes we sing
Discords need for helps to grace them;
Only beauty purely loving
Knows no discord.
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11
59 points
1 month
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Paranoia Star / Heretic
I am a lonely being, scarred by swords
Wounded by iron, sated with battle-deeds,
Wearied by blades.
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59 points
1 month
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Final Fantasy: Origins
When, duller than our dulness,
The busy darling lay,
So busy was she, finishing,
So leisurely were we!
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56 points
2 months
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Evildead: Timeline
Night, welcome art thou to my mind distressed,
Dark, heavy, sad, yet not more sad than I;
Never could'st thou find fitter company
For thine own humor than I thus oprest.
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14
52 points
2 months
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The Last Job
Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
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15
49 points
1 month
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Ecopia
Dim vales- and shadowy floods-
And cloudy-looking woods,
Whose forms we can't discover
For the tears that drip all over!
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47 points
3 months
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Walthros
Does the Eagle know what is in the pit?
Or wilt thou go ask the Mole?
Can Wisdom be put in a silver rod?
Or Love in a golden bowl?
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45 points
3 months
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The Adventure of
Powerstick Man
How heavy do I journey on the way,
When what I seek, my weary travel's end,
Doth teach that ease and that repose to say
'Thus far the miles are measured from
thy friend!'
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39 points
3 months
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Scary Game
Some men a forward motion love,
But I by backward steps would move;
And when this dust falls to the urn,
In that state I came, return.
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19
38 points
6 months
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And& (Lv. 99)
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life.
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19
38 points
7 months
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Ergintandal 1/5
From there, they fly,
now here, now there
and eat beeswax
and accomplish everything.
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21
36 points
3 months
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SHEEP RANCHER
A gown made of the finest wool
Which from our pretty lambs we pull;
Fair lined slippers for the cold,
With buckles of the purest gold.
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35 points
1 month
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Tilde and the Mask
of :P
Night shadows darkened, snow came from the north,
Frost bound the earth and hail fell on the ground,
Coldest of corns.
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33 points
1 month
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Dimensions III
There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream,
The earth, and every common sight,
To me did seem
Apparelled in celestial light,
The glory and the freshness of a dream.
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24
31 points
7 months
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Ends of the Earth
One from the ends of the earth -- gifts at an
open door --
Treason has much, but we, Mother, thy sons have
more!
From the whine of a dying man, from the snarl
of a wolf-pack freed,
Turn, and the world is thine. Mother, be
proud of thy seed!
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25
30 points
4 months
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Time Flies
Is this thy ploy,
To spin a web out of thyself
To catch a fly?
For why?
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25
30 points
1 month
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Aquarius
To gaze at a river made of time and water
And remember Time is another river.
To know we stray like a river
and our faces vanish like water.
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27 points
2 months
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Scary Game 2
The only ghost I ever saw
Was dressed in mechlin, --so;
He wore no sandal on his foot,
And stepped like flakes of snow.
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27
27 points
2 months
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Babel
Oh! Weep for those that wept by Babel's stream,
Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream,
Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell--
Mourn -- where their God that dwelt--the Godless
dwell!
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25 points
1 month
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Help Wanted
Help for a patriot distressed, a spotless spirit
hurt,
Help for an honourable clan sore trampled in
the dirt!
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30
24 points
2 months
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Neke: Woman of Mystery
My dress is silent when I tread the ground
Or stay at home or stir upon the waters.
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Notes on Comments
1. Adapted from the Legend on Cecil's sword in
Final
Fantasy 4.
2. From Robert Frost (1874-1963), Fragmentary Blue.
3. From William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnet 94.
4. From John Milton (1608-1674), On Shakespeare
5. From Ben Jonson (1572-1637), To the Reader.
6. From Walt Whitman (1819-1892), A Sight in Camp.
7. From William Campbell (1858?-1918), The Blind Caravan.
8. From John Keats (1795-1821), To Hope.
9. From Oscar Wilde (1854-1900), The Grave of Keats.
10. From Thomas Campion (1567-1620), Rose-cheeked Laura.
11a. From anonymous Old English riddle, opening lines, Exeter Book.
11b. From Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), Her final summer was it.
13. From Mary Wroth (~1587-1651), Pamphilia to Amphilanthus.
14. From Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), Poem 67.
15. From Edgar Allen Poe (1809-1849), Fairy Land.
16. From William Blake (1757-1827), The Book of Thel.
17. From William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Sonnet 50.
18. From Henry Vaughan (1621-1695), The Retreat.
19a. From Andrew Marvell (1621-1678), To His Coy Mistress.
19b. From author unknown (perhaps Homer), The Homeric Hymns,
translated from the Greek by Charles Boer.
21. From Christoper Marlowe (1564-1593), The Passionate Shepherd
to His Love.
22. From anonymous Old English poem, The Seafarer, Exeter Book.
23. From William Wordsworth (1770-1850), Ode On Intimations of Immortality.
24. From Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), The Song of The Sons.
25. From Edward Taylor (1642-1729), Upon a Spider Catching a Fly.
26. From Jorge Luis Borges (1899 -1986), The Art of Poetry.
27a. From Emily Dickenson (1830-1886), The Only Ghost I Ever Saw.
27b. From George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824), Oh! Weep
for Those.
29. From Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936), "Cleared".
30. From anonymous Old English riddle, opening lines, Exeter Book. |