A resurrected hero
From a bygone age
Walked into a bar.
He killed rats in the basement
And looted their bodies,
But that’s all I’ve played so far.
I wish that we were pixels
Brought to life by LED.
I wish that ones and zeroes
Were all there was to you and me.
I wish we could reload our save
Whenever we had a fight,
But instead we’ve got reality
To see us through the night.
Our lives would sure be simpler
If the internet had a guide
To tell us what we need to share
And what we need to hide.
We’d get along much better
If you could simply pay
To get extra relationship points…
Oh wait, that’s Valentine’s Day…
I wish that we were perfect.
If I could make it so, I would.
I’m not perfect, nor are you,
But I’m content with good.
Yes, life would be simpler
As little dots of light,
But instead we’ve got reality
And with you, that’s quite alright.
I think that just before we’re born
We make like a video game;
We design our skills and appearances
And even pick our name.
I have evidence for my theory,
And you are my best case
‘Cause your fingers tend to slip a lot
And, well, look at your face!
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I’d only just been conceived
When, as an adult, I found
I was in a prison, filled with rats
So deep and underground.
I was modestly unclothed,
Armed with club and knife,
And destined by narrative necessity
To live an extraordinary life.
The rats were slain,
I leveled up,
Taking my first sip
Of combat’s cup,
And the rest, they say
Is history.
So it is in every
RPG.
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