Category Archives: Gaming Poetry
‘Twas the night before…
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the shed
Not a single ‘bot was stirring, as they were all dead.
Wet socks were hung over my doorway with care,
In hopes that a can of “fix-a-butt-flap” soon would be there.
And while I was thrashing all uncomfy in my bed,
Visions of painkillers danced nightmarishly in my head.
Bank account empty, and last Christmas’s crap in the garage,
Had just settled my cranium for a nice winter’s lodge.
When out in the yard there arose such a splatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore down some StyrofoamTM, and scratched an old rash.
The earplugs in my ears like rocks in a mountain
Popped out like water from a gushing fountain.
When, what to my wandering eyes should arise,
But a miniature sled, and eight tiny robot mice.
An Impossible Dream?
Here’s one my friend Max wrote in response.
Although, I think he deviated from my Christmas Theme….
(sing to: Impossible Dream)
To kill the un-killable bot
To win that unbeatable foe
To empty a clip in it’s skull yet it dies not
To die from a cheating bots blow
Tis wrong, undeniable wrong
To let devs’ rub salt into a sore
To try when your thumbs are so weary
To reach the unreachable score
This is my quest, to follow that score
No matter how hopeless, no matter what a bore
To be willing to give when there’s no more to give
To be willing to die so AI illusion may live
And I know if I’ll only be true to this glorious quest
That my heart will seize painfully, and I’ll be laid to rest
And the world, so bored by my plight
That bots spawn and kill out of sight
Still I tried with all of my might
To kill the un-killable bot
O, Cheating Bot!
(sing to: ‘O Christmas Tree’)
O Cheating Bot! O Cheating Bot!
Thy ways are so unchanging;
O Cheating Bot! O Cheating Bot!
Your ways are so unchanging;
Always spawning when we look away,
Then gun us down when we try to toss a ‘nade.
