Musings Of A Mad Hatter: Gamer Poem

I’m going to be doing something different this week because, fuck I might as well say it, I’m stumped for ideas. I’ve been suffering from gamer’s drought and frankly, it’s killing me. I haven’t played anything new since I’ve finished Max Payne 3 for the 5th time two weeks ago and it has been quite a depressing period in my life.

Screw you guys with money. Not screw you with money per se, oh you get my point.

So this week I bring you a gamer’s poem. A celebration of the very fact that we can twiddle our fingers and marvel in the experiences that we get. A monument to the many evenings and early mornings we spend just because we wanted to finish just one more level. If I can paraphrase the great Tenacious D: “This isn’t the greatest poem in the world. This is just a tribute. To gaming,” What? I said paraphrase. Also, every line will contain a certain game, so post in the comments and see if you can guess them all. Here we go.

 

I rode valiant steeds across countries and boundaries

Darkness gazing into my soul demanding retribution

I’ve fought in countless wars, for duty and honour

Slaying Gods and humans without mercy

 

I see faceless faces in crowds, picking out targets

Swooping down from the heavens like a proud eagle, I leave my mark

Trepidations and anxiety enter me, becoming a marker

I try to collect the pages of my life, but I fail

 

I make music dance in front of millions

Make portals into new worlds

I’ve been enslaved by the majesty

Pushing me over an edge on a mirror

 

My life has been cut in half

I make home in two worlds

One where fantasy is final

One where death is final

 

I’ve been the prototype of my own destruction

Suffering from the fallout of my actions

I’ve set the gears in motion

My humane revolution is coming

 

I’ve  built cities

I’ve seen fables come true

I’ve slain flying fire

I’ve traversed the underworld

 

I am a god

I am a machine

I am a creator

I am a maker

 

I’m a gamer.

 

And there you have it all you beautiful people. I quite enjoy indulging in some light poetry and thankfully it isn’t the boring kind that you had to learn in school. I’ll have some better stuff for you next time when my paycheck comes in from the meth la… old age home.