Editing Ivan (section)

== Ivan Poems ==
These are poems that have been posted by various wiki accounts on other random wiki pages. They have been moved here - good luck figuring out what in the world they mean

Note from the author: These poems were written to frame Hudson as being Ivan, which happened before he made his video. It didn't work. The second-to-last poem is of unknown origin; I did not write it.<poem style="border: 2px solid #113e60; background-color: #cee5f6; padding: .5em;">
The students go on Teams a lot;
It’s open to them each.
So some forget that there are not
Outsiders in its reach.
The Courtyard isn’t free to all.
The door’s not open wide.
If Ivan lurks within these walls,
Who let the man inside?
Who’d ever want poor Navi gone?
What soul would take our mascot on?
How many of us serve his whim,
Do anything to follow him?
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Ivan wanted chaos. Ivan wanted war.
Ivan knew just what the school’s wargame would be for.
For years he’d gathered soldiers. For years he’d bided time.
“And now at last,” he told himself, “The Courtyard will be mine.”
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He did not look like the man he played,
Too old to be a teenage boy.
To hide his face while plans were made,
He’d need a clever ploy.
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Hostages taken against their will
By a man so evil, I get a chill
Their memory gone, no one knows
That they were set up in a simple pose.
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No need to rush, no need to race.
He’d make a slow and steady pace.
He’d win the war and earn first place,
But never, ever, show his face.
His space suit rested in the hall.
“A perfect helmet,” Ivan said.
“But too unique to fool them all…
In war, it won’t protect my head.
I need a new one. Something bold.
A comfy mask that won’t get old.
A plastic one? Or one of steel?
Or the kind that racers wear at the wheel?
Hmm…”
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