A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
A wonderful bird is the Pelican, Its beak can hold more than its belly ...
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Video Games<br />
by John Gibson<br />
The dead silence, <strong>the</strong> calm before <strong>the</strong> storm.<br />
With <strong>the</strong> touch of a button, it begins.<br />
The slow whirring, <strong>the</strong> occasional “cludunk”,<br />
<strong>the</strong> flash of light, an explosion of colour.<br />
A peace <strong>is</strong> reached, a tranquil hum.<br />
A world of opportunities opens up.<br />
To be a proud and noble space marine of <strong>the</strong> Imperium,<br />
or an Orc Lord of <strong>the</strong> wastes, perhaps a nameless avatar,<br />
an assassin, a thief, a demon, a mutant, <strong>the</strong> fabled vault-dweller himself.<br />
A myriad of choices awa<strong>its</strong>.<br />
The mike turns on with a high-pitched click,<br />
a flood of garbled voices pours in.<br />
Each one I know and have heard so many times before.<br />
We’ve slain <strong>the</strong> mighty Nords of Havoc,<br />
we’ve bested <strong>the</strong> Hyperion wanderers of lore,<br />
we’ve killed countless numbers of <strong>the</strong> zombie horde,<br />
we’ve played as teams, as clans, as opponents.<br />
We are friends of a kind...<br />
With <strong>the</strong> touch of a button<br />
<strong>the</strong>re <strong>is</strong> only silence.