This was whipped up in about 30 minutes to for my Poetry professor. I figured people might enjoy it. It is an Italian-style Sonnet, for all the shit that entails.
THE HARDCORE GAMER’S SONNET
O’er hills of polygonal splendor
He brandishes arms of data and bytes
Newbies and campers he gleefully smites
He is a most disparaging mentor.
Demanding his role in the swift center
That is the field; imaginary fights
Waged between gamers, those latter-day knights
Wars fought for pleasure oft have no dissenter
His grammar degenerate, he crusades
For Rank, For Fun, For Joy and For Glory
Leaving his culture, his face and his name.
His realm now the rec room, sometimes arcades,
Weaving his twisted, screen-bound new story,
His world virtual, his drive is the same.
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I present to you "The Death of the Hardcore"
2-D sprites are seldom seen
Once hedgehogs roamed on hills of green
8 bit ushered in a dawn only once imagined
and 16 bit gave us heights that we could dare not fathom
then 32 bit came along and the dark clouds did gather
everything had become edgy and extreme
and no longer did 2-D matter
64 bit came knocking and hope seemed to arise
Nintendo gave us 8 bit bliss, 2-D they would not despise
But all was lost for they too
had abandoned what they once knew
Polygons reign has on brought the sprites only pain
will make me grow in size must
save the princess
covenant elites
oblivious to sticky
grenades makes me smile
locust juice springs forth
beneath whirring chainsaw blade
i am bathed in life
it's dangerous to
go alone. but if i'm link
why name it zelda?