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...
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