12/01/2015
When space was invaded, you took up arm,
With quarters in hand, our protection from harm,
Humanity saved, then across streets frogs run,
How could such weird acts be so much fun?
Years later, you found yourself fighting on the street
With one last "Hadouken!", M. Bison was beat.
Fleeing from ghosts, as fast as you can,
You provided some nom's for your friend Pac Man.
Out of the arcades and into the home, you go.
The NES, Genesis, and Atari making it so.
Pixels on screen danced like fireflies,
Oh look, you've found yourself ten extra "guys".
You were king of the world, at least from where you sat,
And not a person in the world, could beat you in Kombat.
For years you had trained, to stomp turtles and such.
You tried RPGs, and enjoyed them very much.
Then the world shifted, a third dimension was here,
And a new tone of game, one that invoked fear.
Flesh eating dead and demons and gore,
Or settle back, play golf, holler out a "Fore!"
Your world was evolving, faster and faster,
It didn't matter, because you still were the master.
Playstation, Xbox, 64, and Dreamcast
While new, they still held the heart of your past.
Things kept growing exponentially, building on the old
The internet would make it better, or so you were told.
But then you heard people insulting each other.
Yelling and screaming, a t-bagging, to bother.
You tried to wage war, with grenades and guns,
But people were acting like they should unclench their buns.
Casting magic and spells, you would get met with hate.
When did these games, make us act so second-rate?
Gaming used to be fun, you and friends goofing around.
It seemed as though everything was getting beating into the ground.
So you travel to forums and websites, to find like minded folk.
Discuss the past, the future, maybe even crack a joke.
And while you found some of those, who still had your heart.
It would seem that the hate was now always a part.
How you longed for those days when it wasn't about graphics,
Which system's better, or coming up with tactics.
It was all about fun, be it alone or together.
You can't help but wonder: are things really BETTER?
Well of course they are, the games are still worth it
Including return of an age-old friend, named Pit.
And even with opinions, your favorites beat upon.
You know in your heart, you'll just soldier on.
Even if you lose the game, you won't lose your cool.
Or you'll end up another childish fool.
So as you sit behind your glowing screens,
I hope you understand what this all means.
We're all gamers here, and we love what we do.
With all this in mind: What kind of gamer are you?
