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.
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