STARS Poem They were an 'elite' team

by Hannah Senna Whiskeypants

Oh STARS. Let's face it, they wouldn't have all have died THAT EASILY. : I know some of them weren't killed by zombies, but gimme a break. ;

STARS POEM

So, elite force, ay? You guys must be tough,

They all look, strong, fierce, big-built and rough,

Chris the fighter, forever punching crime in the face,

Rebecca the medic, equipped with mace!

Jill, the 'master of unlocking' – because using a lock-pick is hard,

Barry with his sandwiches...,His script in the game, well, what a retard,

Edward the pilot, a ladies man, and flying ace,

Albert Wesker, evil bastard number one, he's on your case,

Brad, fucking great hacker, complete wimp,

Joseph, the vehicle guy, fancies himself as quite the pimp,

Kenneth, the chemical guy, he's a family man,

Forest, the sniper, want someone assassinated? That guy can!

Richard, the guy would put his life on the line for a friend,

But almost all them met their end...

In the mansion, that dreadful night,

Oh and then there's Enrico, yeah...Shite...

Enrico, tough as nails, heart of lead,

And as tough as the team was, none of them, could hit a zombie in the fucking head.

I loved STARS I really did.