{"id":214,"date":"2006-04-06T18:21:00","date_gmt":"2006-04-06T18:21:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/?p=214"},"modified":"2023-04-06T18:23:13","modified_gmt":"2023-04-06T18:23:13","slug":"demon-hunter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/2006\/04\/06\/demon-hunter\/","title":{"rendered":"Demon Hunter"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Red, Gore, Blood everywhere,<br>Lights flickering despair,<br>pistols, machine guns, in pieces,<br>each second the fright increases.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Growling, mumbling, in the darkness,<br>The cry of babies echo in excess.<br>Scuffling, running, echoes of movement,<br>They shatter the silence with regress.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">A shattered computer monitor,<br>an overheated thermometer,<br>an office hit by a tornado,<br>and a wall blasted by a torpedo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Through the destroyed wall, everything&#8217;s in flames,<br>Burning desks, floors, walls, twenty-foot-high flames,<br>Demons smash, kill, maul, in ten-foot-high frames,<br>They smash through the walls, evil and inhumane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">In this room, on the ground, there are a bunch of guns,<br>piled into a mound, so high, they reach the sun,<br>the sight flips up my frown, carefully, I pick one,<br>grab a few extra rounds, and proceed to have fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">I walk into the next room and run into a large imp,<br>I pull a grenade and BOOM!!, yet it only got a limp.<br>Now I know I might be doomed, if I cannot kill this imp.<br>If I run away real soon, my reputation will sink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">So I get out my weapon, and shoot it in the head,<br>I love obliteration, of course it is now dead,<br>I like my situation, my specialty is dread,<br>I have infatuation, with killing things of dread.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Red, Gore, Blood everywhere,Lights flickering despair,pistols, machine guns, in pieces,each second the fright increases. Growling, mumbling, in the darkness,The cry of babies echo in excess.Scuffling, running, echoes of movement,They shatter&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-214","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=214"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":215,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/214\/revisions\/215"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=214"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=214"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/surfpup.net\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=214"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}