Invitation Only

Questions asked in the service of understanding me will leave you every shade of cheated and haunted.

Popularity will lose you a turn in a game I drafted exclusively for hoards of the defeated and unwanted.

You took my admonition lightly and proceeded to show me all aspects in which you are wonderfully vaunted.

Speculation over my sorted proclivities give me no pause, in these tactics I am comfortably undaunted.

Tortured at the behest of enemies who cackle at moral laws, know I can never again be cowed or taunted.

A select few got halted by my terrible defenses, but for reasons of pleasure were simply allowed and jaunted.

The only connection a recreator has to his kite after good headwinds is a very long string.

Avoid toying with a detonator, because if I chose to be a bomb, curiosity becomes the wrong thing.

It's almost unfair how I draw you with vulnerability and calm, after which you are left before the ire of a strong king.

Entrapment inverts the strength of our sexes where a prostitute remains silent, while letting her scared john sing.

My power cracks the cosmic egg and has reached a point where even I can't handle it.

Your psyche was not meant to touch my darkness, so I have no choice but to scramble it.

Chicken soup is for the soul, but you can reach a danger zone where none can Campbell it.

A lax demeanor will not survive my holy ground, nor will I let you to disrespectfully sandal it.

This isn't Camelot, I will put a sword though Lancelot and Guinevere.

Why frequent the zoo or circus when you know the lion's den is here.

Nothing can renew the purchase of a dead planet because the end is near.

There is no rewinding clocks, either stiffen your back in courage, or bend in fear.

If your your racecar breaks down on the track to glory, no pit crew will lend you a gear.

A reckless woman should consult her husband, just as a clueless man should consult his misses.

The first couple of rounds are never punitive, so consider this my version of hugs and kisses.