Running across the battlefield I begin to fight
I slice, chop, whack, and drop with all my might
Some Mercs are looking, AND SPOT ME!?
They shoot and I duck behind a tree
I use my blaster to tear them apart
Something flew, Was that his heart?
I run and jump into a nearby Warthog
I'm driving away, DID I HIT A LOG!?
I get off and see some droids
I take out my cyber-blade, and send them to the void
I turn around to see an undead viking horde
SLICE, CHOP, CRUNCH their heads rolled around on the floor
I keep on moving and find my team
In their eyes, I see a gleam
I check my equipment to see if its up to date
OI, GOT ANY REPAIR KITS MATE?
All my skills are maxed to the brim
Nothing is looking grim
My friends log on and join the team
YOU SAW ME ON STEAM!?
I choose my soundtrack, music is my weapon
I HOPE THEY GOT SOME SICK BEATS UP IN HEAVEN
We are all ready, ready to kick some ass
WE ARE GONNA GET MOWED LIKE GRASS
Human players all unite
Let's walk in the light
We all charge the corner and see
Every. Single. Enemy
Kharaa, Nazis, Cannibals, zombies, aliens, Civilizations, Empires, Russians, terrorists, soldiers, Awesomenauts, Natural Disasters, androids, Death, The Mason Order, Templars, Grimm, Blacksuits, failed experiments, the Illuminati, taxis, Kings, The Plague, Dunwall's enemies, Cthulhu, Demon's Souls, The Lordvessal, Darkwood, Mutated Infected, Dinosaurs, Stickmen, E.Y.E, space, dragons, The Revolution, the World, Line Infantry, Ghosts, Military Experiments, Clones, Failed Cloning Experiments, the 16th century, the apocalypse, The Rebel Armada, Airships, Criminals, Hackers, Debt, money, imagination, creativity, wild animals, my voice, Indiana Jone's enemies, King Arthur, NO FREAKING TUTORIALS, The League of Legends, dungeons, Grimrock, cards, games I never play, medieval armies, the Metro, Titans, Parasytes, the courtroom, thieves, Kingdom of Swadia, the mountain, solar flares, future Japan, vampires, bandits, factions, fish, robots, Rome, Ships, Sonic, engineers, runners, my own creations, fps games, spaceships, retro games, older thieves, pay-to-win games, games I always forget, ninjas, samurais, toys, hilarious pivot movements, blocks in general, my dead alien dog, tanks, classic games, and many, many more...
I jumped into the fray
I just kept swinging and began to pray
ALRIGHT LET'S DO THI-
I haven't saved in like an hour!
Well, I kinda do need a shower...
Back to the beginning I had begun,
Back, to Level One...
Copyright © Brandon Giacobbe
My sister said, "Let's go dancing.""Not a chance."
"I don't know how. I don't know how to dance."
"They give beginner's lessons at The Yellow Rose.”
"They'll have a live band to keep you on your toes."
I gave in to her begging and gathered up my spunk.
Those at the Rose were probably already drunk.
So I said, "What the heck; how hard's it gonna be?
Those guys are too busy to watch the likes of me."
In most of my endeavors, it's always been my fate,
there's some hidden truth that I didn't anticipate.
Every song had a different dance, no two were the same.
I stood with eyes popping, thinking this was insane.
"What kind of style is this?" I muttered, watching the dancing.
They were clapping and yelling,, twirling and prancing;
with thumbs hooked in pockets and fancy boots on their feet,
they shuffled, hitched and swayed to a crazy country beat.
Not dancing with one another, they formed a perfect line,
turning and bumping hips and stomping in double time.
They even did a Cha Cha,, a Charleston step or two,
Cheater's Waltz and Black Velvet, twining through.
Sister said, "Come on, let's go!" Well, it's do or die,
maybe I'll flop, maybe not. I'll never know, unless I try.
I wound up teaching beginners at West Side Senior Center,
and at local "Silver Games," became a gold medal winner!
I performed with the gang at nearby nursing homes,
in matching western costumes and sequins in our combs.
Copyright © Cona Adams