By: Stephen Davis

Boys were dropping Tilted Towers

Everyone else, we devour

On my way to the circle

Oh look! There’s a gun, and its purple

I start to aim my gun

I’m going to die, the glare of the deathly sun

Down to my fingertips, I start sweating

My friends, start betting

I’m down to the final four

My sweat is really starting to pour like a waterfall

I see a no skin

I start to build

I then fell, and I was killed

I was close enough to taste the victory

But the person killed me with no mercy

How it happened was building my base

Then it got shot down, and that’s when I got second place.