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This last weekend, I was given the opportunity to attend a poetry reading of my sister's for her new book. Witnessing such a masterful performance, I was nothing short of inspired. Perhaps it was destiny that I would soon come to the very best use of poetry: videogames! With a style, grace, and poise all their own, it's only right our world's richest art-form be shared with that of the virtual one. Therefore, I take it upon myself to craft the gap between these two worlds, armed with every artistic breath I have in my body. With April also being National Poetry month, it was only more appropriate that my blog send-off for the month be dedicated to poetics. So join me in my humble musings as I take a thoughtful gander some of the gaming industry's most interesting occurrences.
To The Video-game Reboot:
You look familiar, yes, I know you!
I remember your passion, your flair, your style
The way you used to capture my eye
A long time ago in that Gamestop store aisle,
But you're out of ideas and in losing your head
So you ditched your sequels and did a reboot instead
You died your hair, put on some cyborg armor
You took some risks, but you weren't the same charmer
You came out a stranger, though at times a bit better
Lara was a blast, but Raiden, put his story in the shredder
What happened to your backstories, I'll never know
I miss cool Kratos, without the flashback overflow
Discourse about a Microtransaction
That thing, what is it?
Feels like cash
Sucked out my pocket
Screens, menus, adds online,
Full of cool stuff
I still have to buy
DLC, you have so much
I want to play with,
Why did you rip us off?
From what should be
EA, you crossed a line
My money, it's my own
And my pride, you can's sell that
Because that's mine
An Address to a Rayman
Rayman, oh Rayman!
Oh where for art thou Rayman?
Your charms, your smile, your impish delight
Were all promised me by Feb's early light
But now your coming's late
As back-room deals do often dictate
Yet you promised much, more levels, more bosses
But I would not rather concede honor's losses
For Ubisoft, have you not heard?
People judge you by your word
Fear not, dear Rayman, we will be together
Come the cherished winds of September
Mysterys of the Mogren Kind
I tred through this hallway as
Chaos surround me in its despair
A voice, a man, a flaming horse
My head must be numb from Codec chats
A whale, a sound, a memory found then lost
This bandaged man, these bald-faced lies
What does it mean, where am I now?
Why is my sky filled with a fiery whale?
Lens flare and holograms fill my one eye
But Hayter has gone away, my world shattered
Is nothing real, is nothing sacred?
In these recesses of my forgotten canon
This phantom pain still lingers
Like what I know in my mind is not there
There a Kiefer in my voice, or an eyepatch on wrong?
I can't tell, my is blown; or until the next reveal.
The Tragic Sim City
Come one, come all!
Here my tail of woe!
Sim City, the great city,
The one we love and know
Has fallen before the Fates
Servers crash and connections die,
Its endless troubles are alas no lie
Your beauty speaks, it calls, it teases!
Yet how can I play you,
Your crappy roads, it far from pleases
I pray you get well,
That this sickness passes
So that I can join you,
When your frame-rate is not like molasses
The Dream of the Infinitely Spoiled
I put you on a pedastool
You were my hopes and dreams
Of a perfect game; of the year, and to me
I waited with patience
for years to play you
But there were those haters
who delighted in corrupting
our experience together
The trolls kept posting,
The spoilers kept rolling,
Twitter was a minefield and
site comments a disaster, to be sure
I covered my ears, feared spoiling you
Thanks the high heavens
your story was so grand
that even several words
could not disturb us two
The awards you could win,
I dare to imagine
You my darling Infinite, were worth it
In the end
Eulogy for a Game Company
Many a childhood you captured
'Tis a shame we lost you,
but precious were the hours,
we kept close to our hearts
By land or by sea, you mastered the adventure
Mansions and monkeys were never the same
Atlantis you visited with Indy its star
'Twas far better than his next-gen hopes by far
From the Force your strength flowed,
Deep and wide
From X-Wings and Jedi, Role-playing to shooter,
You gave us a reason to keep our computers,
Running all night long
Will you keep alive your treasures,
Through 3rd parties a plenty?
Only time will tell
In the meantime we know,
Miss you, we will
To the Health of the Wii U
Nintendo I love, and Wii U, you're a ball
I hold you in my hand
cute gamepad and all
Your touch-screen is marvelous,
Your Netflix works great,
But my shelves, their barren
of titles as of late
The critics do boast
and the skeptics do jest
that you are doomed to failure
and that, gasp, you're only 2nd best
No rush, no hurry, but you need
to pick up the pace
For you don't want to flounder
in poor sales with any haste
More Mario, more Zelda
and all is forgiven
Throw in a great Metroid
And my wallet'd be smitten
An Ode to The Replaced Voice Actor
The booth lies empty
Where you once stood
Making all of our fandom come true
Ironside, your voice and grit
Gave life to your spy, without a fountain of youth
Sam Fisher's a youngster, aren't you at heart too?
You're not alone, not by far
The stars, they vanish, they burst out of sight
Conroy, Hamill, and Hayter too
What will they do?
No Batman, no Joker, no Snake, take-two?
Silence now fills their empty seats
Where charm, your passion, once tickled our ears
Just suppose more jobs will indeed be open
To the like of North, Blum, and Baker
To the Next-Gen Consoles
You promise, you tease,
You make instant sharing
Look like a breeze
Shiny graphics, they're your forte,
Your explosions are rendered
Like any of Michael Bay's
Yet what do you offer
for changing a game?
Is it fun, is it cool?
Or would I rather save for school?
Games this holiday
you must not lack
Or else I fear
I won't be giving your stickz a whack
How pricy are you?
This I need to know
How much money
will I have to show for
if you're system's a bore?
Still, I'll be sold
sooner or later,
as long as your games
boast a reliable creator
Live, Play, Poetry
If you've stayed with me this long, thank you for reading. I just honestly hope it wasn't too embarrassing to cast your gaze upon. May more poetic license be bestowed on the rest of this year's gaming events and stay tuned for more of Tim Gruver's random blogs. Until we meet again!