My friends and I poke each other constantly. We even get a little bit into it sometimes and write long lengthy wall posts about some poke war we are supposedly engaged in.
Gene Raynor = Brody D.
Chase Turner = Chase T.
John Pookes Alots = Me
Assorted Generals Mentioned = Other people who are randomly engaged in the poke war.
This is unedited, just copy n' paste from Facebook:
Poke War Journal Day 158:
Last night we were the last to return fire last night. Not often that we can do that since the enemy has the time advantage of being 3 hours behind us. Luckily nights like last night, the enemy likes to turn in early. We were awoken with a new barrage of pokes from the enemy; our time advantage doesn't seem to help at all. The activity in the morning has been light. As the day goes on, the pokes become worse, picking up in intensity. I would not have made it this far in the war if it weren't for the enemy seemingly disappearing several weeks ago for unknown reasons. During that time the majority of our troops were able to leave the battlefield and resupply and get our morals back up. Of course we didn't all leave at once, we left behind minimal forces to handle what stragglers were left by the enemy. I'm not sure how much longer we will be able to stay out here awaiting the next wave. We would not have made it this far if it weren't for the brief break we had as previously mentioned. The maddening thing is that the enemy has no real strategy. Even our most skilled and veteran analysts can only make the attacks out as "sporadic." There's no real pattern to them, making predictions pretty much impossible. All we can do it wait for the next attack and counter attack as soon as possible. It's been quiet on their side. Too quiet...
August 21st, 2010