Game Poetry

A giant arrives and helps,
The little Keflings,
Build from house, up to castle.

It is a new dawn,
I arrive here in spawn,  
Wrench in hand,  
Prepared to go searching for that metal, scant.  
My army finally arrives,  
Dancing, drinking, and enjoying their last moments before fighting for their lives.  
  
Cooped up, like bulls in a bullpen,  
"Mission begins in 10..."  
Voice booming over the loudspeaker,  
The countdown begins, familiar,  
"5...4...3...2...1...Begin!"  
Running out of our spawn, a team of mercenaries, of assassins.  
   
Some run straight to the front lines,  
Some run out to the map's confines.  
I run to a tower, where I know my Sniper is camping,  
And build him a dispenser so he can be healing.  
Then to a corner facing the path of the enemy,  
And erect my sentry, deadly.  
   
A fellow Engineer sees me,  
And decides to build next to me,  
Two sentries, are twice as deadly,  
And with his dispenser,  
With metal we can both prosper,  
As we shoot down the enemy, proper.  
   
Their Scout runs up,  
But then runs back so as to not get shot up,  
I pull out my Wrangler, and aim my gun,  
And blow out his brains, oh, what fun!    
Blood curdling screams from the battlefield ring in my ears,  
This is the fuel for anyone's fears.  
   
Our Demos run by with axes,  
Their Soldier rocket-jumps past us,  
But lands hilariously on our Demo's sticky bombs!  
I hear a Heavy with his "Om-nom-nom"s,  
Eating his Sandvich,  
Beware, with deadly health he will flourish!  
   
Then, in the blink of an eye,  
I suddenly die!  
My sentry is down,  
And my friend's buildings are down,  
And now, in the feed, I see, he is dead too,  
We were backstabbed by the Spy of team Blu.  
   
We both respawn,    
Along with the Heavy, the big, fat one.  
We run out again, and go our separate ways,  
He'll try something new, he says.  
That's a good idea, I think,  
The enemy, I need to out-think.  
   
I build a teleporter just outside of spawn,  
A new place I've gone,  
That ends at a new corner,  
A high up corner,  
And build my dispenser and sentry,  
To rain down upon the enemy, bullets and injury.  
   
From here, I can see the main battle,  
To the point, they all scramble,  
Our Heavy plows down their Demo and Scout,  
Only to get backstabbed by their Spy who hid as our Scout.  
My sentry kills their Medic, and leaves their Heavy defenceless,  
Their Sniper comes out, but gets counter-sniped, priceless.  
   
Their Heavy plows down our Scout,  
And hits me, but I duck before I'm down-and-out.  
Their Medic comes back,  
I heal with my dispenser, and shoot the Heavy back,  
Who gets sniped by our team,  
As they all run off, in the distance, I hear many a scream!  
   
*Gasp!* My team's spawn camping!  
Lack of fairness, I should be ashamed, but it's such a blessing.  
Our Scout can now go point capturing!  
Finally, the enemy breaks through,  
Seven people die at once, it's rough,  
They all respawn, and across the map, they make their way through.  
   
Suddenly, my screen is ablaze!  
I begin making my way back through the maze,  
My teleporter is down, I call for Medic,  
But he died in the battle, epic.  
Behind me steps the Pyro,  
Though I die, our Heavy escapes, narrow.  
   
I respawn, along with the Medic,  
No need for healing now, my health's full, and I'm optimistic,  
My team's capturing the final point!  
Will they succeed at this checkpoint?  
When I run out there, the enemy team is at gunpoint,  
Will a new winning team, they annoint?  
   
They don't care, they continue to fight,  
Continue to die, then spawn, then fight,  
Again and again,  
Regardless of the pain...  
Friends have been lost,  
Some have changed games, or been kicked by the host.  
   
Our Heavy with Medic,  
Plows down the enemy, epic!  
And while they wait to respawn,  
The point is just about captured, I believe we have won!  
Then an enemy Spy pops out,  
But from his invisibility he blips out!  
   
And with the Force-A-Nature,  
Is a critical hit, as the point we do capture!  
Their Spy is down,  
He has a microphone meltdown,  
Us, a new winning team they crown!  
And now...I have been switched to team Blu, for the next showdown!

So, you want to know how I got here?
 
 
Starting out as a mage,
Learning under those wise, and sage,
Kept away in the tower,
To flourish like a magical flower.
 
With the Circle of Magi,
Under the Templar's watchful eye,
Away from fearful society,
To learn how to control my powers, mighty.
 
I was to undertake the Harrowing,
Knowing,
This far, I've come,
Consuming Lyrium,
I walked the surreal grounds of the Fade,
And a Magician or an Abomination, was made.
 
I was sent to go see First Enchanter Irving,
On request, by Jowan my friend, after the Harrowing, passing,
Where then, I met my future mentor, Duncan,
With whom, I would become a Grey Warden.
 
Fast forward through time,
Through all the crime, and the grime,
I've lost my friend, tragic,
To the ways of blood magic.
 
Survived the Joining,
At the signal, Teyrn Loghain retreated instead of the ambush,
And with a swoosh,
Left King Cailan, and many soldiers, and all but two Wardens dead,  
The bloodshed!
An absolute massacre,
We lost Duncan at the battle of Ostagar.
And the village of Lothering?
A massive killing.
 
Loghain had the Wardens banished,
All hell unleashed,
The border with Orlais closed before their Wardens could make it, when
A civil war broke out in Ferelden!
 
I've met more people,
On a team I did assemble,
Whom I hope consider me their friend,
On whom, they can always depend.
 
I've sold my apprentice robes, and leather boots,
My style, and circumstances, each now better suits.
I can now shape shift,
And with a few clicks, swift,
Can make advanced poisons,
And a bit of stealing, for my accumulations.
 
And along the way,
I did and did not obey,
Some crimes I've been thwarting,
And some, I've been committing.
 
Defeated Darkspawn,
And King Harrowmont won,
Some were pleased,
Some were greatly repulsed.
 
The golem Shale, is by my side.
The Dalish Elves are on our side,
And an army I have amassed,
With a few quests left to be passed,
And the final battle just up ahead,
This is where I head...
 
Into the jaws of death.

Many interests have I,  
Reading, writing, drawing, listing to music, and singing, but I,  
Truly love to game!  
A gamer is my name!  

Running,  
Shooting,  
Bludgeoning,  
Building,  
Interrogating,  
Questing,  
Spell casting,  
Pilfering,  
Sailing,  
Exploring,  
Relic defiling,  
Puzzle solving!  
 
I am a gamer,  
Not many understand, it's unpopular,  
Amongst society,  
But I am mighty!  
 
I am self sufficient,  
At life, I am efficient,  
I bead, and sew my own clothes,  
And to a love, I've made oaths.  
I am frugal, and loyal,  
Have a job, and am cordial,  
And have real life friends,  
That on me, they can depend.  
I go outside, eat fruits and veggies,  
And am soon to start my own costuming business!  
 
I have been learning,  
About pain, love, life, my identity, and am yearning,  
To let the world know,  
Who I am and show,  
My true colors.  
 
I am not a worthless, loser with no life,  
Though with me you might have strife,  
Let me live my life.  
 
I have such wonderful memories of playing games,  
The choices I've made within the games,  
The funny names,  
Of some people in the online multiplayers,  
And the levels and layers,  
Of 2d scrollers,  
And the memories of friends coming over to visit,  
And sit,  
And laugh, cry, gasp, and play.  
I am a gamer night and day,  
Even when I don't play.