Life's a singleplayer RPG game
On difficulty "March of Death"
With characters that still lack depth;
So sophisticated that it puts others to shame.
Instead of a monster, there's the clock,
Tapping to tell one they're incurring a loss,
That their decisions are so old they're gathering moss
And nothing will happen unless they throw the rock.
And so, Lea moves on despite her stats
Assuring her she'll inevitably fail,
Because her side mission of choice is another tale
And all the characters she's befriended are episodic and rats.
YOU ARE READING
A phone book
PoetryA loose continuation of A Few Hysterical Words, this time focused on character descriptions.