As the blood red letters spell out, 'You Died.'
I curse loudly at the flat screen; this is the 5th time I've tried.
It's not even the last level and I'm already failing.
This time being taken down by a blasted mini-boss, his gun arm flailing.
* * * *
I start again believing there must be another way I could've gone.
After retracing my steps across the map, I find that I was wrong.
Swearing under my breath, I zig when I should have zagged.
Before I know it I'm dead again, wasted by some grunt I never fragged!
* * * *
But the worst part comes when I remember that I hadn't saved.
So I start up again, trying to remember the right route that I paved.
I have to collect everything I had previously collected.
I get pissed off more, as some items have to gall to move from where they're expected.
* * * *
Video games anger and infuriate me, but I can't get enough.
Every time I take down another Big Bad Boss, I feel so damn tough.
Capcom, Namco Bandai, Bethesda and others, to your games I am addicted.
Every game has a new level of addiction I wouldn't have expected.
* * * *
The usual 'Next Time Around' begins to play again in my mind,
as I think of new paths to take and all those Easter Eggs to find.
The Shoulda Woulda Coulda's are my only cling to remaining sane.
"I'll conquer you next time, you f**king video game!"
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Computer & Video Games
PoetryHave you ever got a game and died 5 times on the first pathetic Boss? Or have you cleared an entire room of enemies only to step outside and get sniped? Or better still, have you died then realized you never saved and have to Do It All Again? ...
