An epic of who I am; Find the games names

Reload the gun; pull out the empty cartridge; shove in the new one, quickly; the enemies await around the corner; turn and fire, take aim and shoot; missed, every shot misses; move to the flag and capture; suddenly sniped; Last Stand perk is useless here; push the eject button, this is boring now; pop in another one, grasp the power of freedom as the lights blind us; watch the colors, skip this; I’ve seen it before; starting it up, fingers twitch; X button, then A button, now spin the joystick and smash A and X; HADOUKEN!; move backwards, guard; health gauge lowering; pull both triggers, super move combination; smile as the letters flash on the screen; K.O.; eject this now, I’m bored again; throw in another, feel lightning tingle through my veins; Break free from the Dark Side, and walk in the Light; these troopers stand no chance against me; lift into the air and impale, then shock them and throw them and watch the hilarity ensue; Now I'm troubled breather, father to walker's in the sky; kill my troops, I’m the worst day shift manager ever; Launch shag carpets off their forest bridges; laugh until boredom engulfs me again; eject this once more, and add in another; wander the wastes of the post apocalyptic world; find weapons made of scraps; flaming sword with pilot light and hand brake making said hilt; maul and defeat them, the mutants and ghouls; always carry a bigger gun than the next guy, unless your smaller gun turns them to dust; take on another quest, burden me with more; walk through the ruins of our history, the great headless emancipator, or the memories of Jefferson's memorial; watch as I remove the disk once again; now turn this off, and turn on the next one; the freedom of control as free as my hands; I’m feeling heroic, so I brandish my sword; master of all swords perhaps, evil’s bane guaranteed; the force of three will be mine soon in this ancient kingdom of rule on high; but wait, boredom strikes again; pop in another, hang with animal friends; buying and selling, damn this raccoon loan shark; switch once more, to a classic old friend; run around the galaxy, jumping on mushrooms and turtles; the stars dance and balls of fire cruise around space; brothers in red and green, battle together against turtle dragon and co; jump to the opposite with the next disk; fat plumber of purple and green throws his weight around like a power-house machine; one more time, I switch; the brothers and dragon turtle are here again, with Purple and Green plumber in tow; join with blue hedgehog, fox with gun, female in huge armor, little green dinosaurs, pink puffballs and blue puff knights, and many, many more, in one huge Brawl; I choose one suiting my tastes, for power and epicness; I smile as I reveal my enemies the punch, the punch of a bird of prey; push it, push the B button now; my TV is engulfed in light, then my room, then me; when my vision is restored, I see golden gloves upon my hands; this space is small and filled with tiny lights, and the view out the window is long and winding; I hear a count down in the background, three two one; smash the throttle and grab the wheel, or crash and burn; this is the bird of prey’s wings, his transport; swerve and live!; suddenly wake, lying back on the bed; the intercom is ringing, answer; dinner’s ready, and these games can wait; I’m hungry.

Whip Around; Stories built from Passages

“Those monsters…they search for answers they don’t need to know.  These callous monsters seem to multiply, from one, to two, to ten…to one-hundred. But when I took up this blade, I swore to live my life for others, and strive to keep winning so that the people could see and be lifted to fight. These shallow beginnings I’ve gone through, these constant feelings have irritated me. So, I will bring it upon myself to use darkness against evil, and bring stars to the night skies, and bring this evil…back to nothing.”

 

The dark armor clad man ran towards the swarm of creatures and thought to himself as he unsheathed his sword, gifted to him by the priest;

(I can taste bitter copper…but I feel warm…the evil beats on my heat like a heat wave. This must be what hell feels like…)

Chess club

I'm sitting in my school's chess club, free of charge and for any skill level, as I type this. I'm watching my fellow students and my language arts teacher who runs the club duke it out in dramatic chess duels. It's fun to watch, and enjoyable. It's fun and easy from three o'clock to four/four thirty. I'm off to a duel right now myself, so I'll post this and skidaddle.