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