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"These Worlds"

In the bitter rigid streets
Of A metropolis, I never knew
I awoke,
Anonymous of whom I am
My orifice moved
The residents did not respond

Whispers approached my ears
Like a phantom
I turned, sharply
Three men, I saw
Hosting firearms as large as my ego
They knew me,

I clicked.
My hand reached for my pocket
Almost automatically
I knew they were to depart this life
Loaded up the projectile
Bang, the first stalls to the floor

Bang, the second rolls onto the pavement,
Clutching his stomach
I started to load another round…

I landed on the hard urban street,
The sound of screaming vehicles,
The laughing of citizens in the alcohol joint,
The newspaper swept across my blank face.
I left this urban metropolis…

A small tumour-like organism,
Fed upon my reverse
Assault rifle, sitting comfortably in my hand
Shot after shot missed
I looked forward…
Numerous beings of the same variety,
Another race battling additionally

I watched on as I filled the mortals with cold lead,
Each fell to the floor, screaming
The personalisation of each scream,
Made me anticipate the next
Hell- bent I continued to destroy
The enclosed purple hallways, spun
I forgot about the cretin on my shoulder

I fell to the soft ground, the last of our kind
Plasma flung transversely across the scope, in celebration
This world I left, in ruins
I emerged once more,
My instincts told me
I needed to survive
Yet, I saw nothing, my eyes were becoming wary
I twisted round, quickly,
Paranoia alarms in my cranium, were loud
I spun round on the attack, nonentity
Just a huge room, portals, blood on the damaged, solid ground…

Blood?

A large man stood facing me,
His manifestation was cold
And his stare was freezing
I couldn’t move away, his eyes were transfixed.
Blood poured from my wounded mouth
My leg, felt somewhat loose
I slipped into a mild daydream

Awoken by a kick to my kidneys
His hand penetrated my side
My skeleton prevailed in his elongated arms
The leftovers fell onto the hard concrete,

Once more, I leave this world of destruction, this murderous, obscene location.
I had been living these lives for well over 3 hours now, yet I was still bemused of my purpose.

I looked at the time,
I thought it was 10:10, time for respite
I rechecked the deceitful timepiece
9:13?
Morning was upon me,
I laid down the controller,
From a night of gaming supremacy

These worlds I visit for amusement, yet, escaping, is where I fail...

Cheers

FinalFantasyFanatic wrote:

> *Helps Sfone kill something*

Cheers

> Keep writing these poem thingys, I really enjoy reading them.
> More!
> More!

I will write poems when poetry is the technique most suited to get my viewpoint across, however, I will not milk the technique as I fear it will become tiresome.

To be fair, my title for you was a bit crappy. Not really fair the way that worked out.
Look like the RPC's dead anyway.

*Helps Sfone kill something*

Keep writing these poem thingys, I really enjoy reading them.
More!
More!

I did mate, and a very good job you did too, my post is inferior - why did i try, i will just go and reply in it, just to keep it in view.

*kills something*

Seriously. Lie down.

Anywho, did you read my RPC post, as you were the one I was up against.
It only seems fair.
And no-one else is.
Well, 2 people, and they both said it was very good.
A-ha.

Sorry

*holsters 5 foot samurai sword*

*continues to the local primary school*

AAAAhh it's all in my head...

I'm getting quite worried for you Sfone.
Just chill out a while, stop trying to kill people.

Lou Role wrote:
> maybe you should take a
> break from them for a few minutes or something.

Sfones status is set to : be right back, playing games

I think your bordering on the murderous obssesive type. :)

You do seem to like your killing, but that was very well written, and obviously your games are an influence to you, maybe you should take a break from them for a few minutes or something.

:)

dont worry lol, it just provided the juvenil side of my mind with a short burst of amusement, other wise atmospheric and yes.... very subliminal if not even prophetic of the future of 3d gaming....
maybe not....
my twisted mind has no rest...

I was trying to get across that I was trying to speak (moving my orifice), but no one could understand (the residents didnt respond), but I may have done it a little too subliminarily (?Word?) sorry for any confusion