So I was a little bored and decided to enter a giveaway for a game (Killing Floor) on a particular forum I frequent. Killing Floor is a co-op Zombie Survival First Person Shooter that places you in Great Britain in a fictional post-apocalyptic world where Zombies rule the roost. The giveaway was also for a modification of the game with a futuristic twist as hinted at by a part of the poem.
I made up a little poem in around 20 minutes (admittedly not my best effort) as an entry and I thought I'd post it here for all to read:
MY ENTRY is for KILLING FLOOR,
Cos I'm quite the FPS wh*re.
I'm tired of third person shooters,
or spending time at the local Hooters.
When I saw a zombie game in this thread,
I was thrilled at a chance to kill the undead.
I'd never really heard of this game until now;
Checked out a few videos, I was impressed and how!
I have an undying need to stop them eating my brains,
Hack the limbs off these moving remains.
Surrounded by the smell of sweet decay,
I'd stand sending out a cordite spray
I guess Britain's an undead haven,
Ragtag soldiers with beards unshaven.
Pouring lead into a Siren's spleen,
Singing God Save the Queen!
Doesn't hurt that you've sweetened the deal,
With a fight from the future to grease the wheel.
Who wouldn't like a total conversion,
what with England undergoing an undead subversion.
It all comes down to my love for the game,
For the joy of the fight, not for honor or fame.
I look down the scope, forever with hope...
That every zombie spawned....
Will be another enemy pwned.
Disclaimer: The first line was a requirement of an entry, and no I don't spend time at Hooters, that part was made up :P
I've been running around Boston lately and I hope to have some time later to make a post here about my recent (mis-)adventures. Till then, have a good one!