The Explosive Heart of Yesterday
The pixelated maze, a vibrant square,
Where Bomberman strode without a single care.
A grid of blocks, some breakable and weak,
While others stood, a fortress we would seek
To navigate, with joystick firm in hand,
A childhood quest in this digital land.
The simple beep, the rising urgent tone,
As power-ups appeared, uniquely sown.
The flame's embrace, extending far and wide,
The roller skates where swiftness was our guide.
The bomb-up boost, a precious, longed-for prize,
Reflecting bright within our eager eyes.
Each level change, a subtle shift in hue,
The enemy sprites, a quirky charming crew.
The Ballon, soft and drifting through the space,
The Minvo, quickening its frantic pace.
The Pass, a ghost immune to our attack,
Each foe a challenge on the bomber's track.
The frantic dash, the carefully laid mine,
A moment's pause, the tension so divine.
The satisfying boom, a block in shattered flight,
Revealing pathways bathed in digital light.
A chain reaction when the timing's just,
A wave of triumph born of simple trust
In our own skill, the bomb's explosive grace,
To clear the path and win this pixel race.
The multiplayer screen, a split in time,
Where friendships bloomed in this explosive clime.
The playful sabotage, the cunning trap we'd set,
The laughter shared, we never would forget.
A silent pact of rivalry and glee,
Within the borders of that memory.
Now years have passed, the cartridges reside,
A cherished relic where old feelings hide.
But sometimes still, a fleeting image gleams,
Of Dyna Blaster and our youthful dreams.
A nostalgic sigh for days that used to be,
When blowing blocks brought pure felicity.
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Bernard F. Asuncion
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