'
im in ur base killin ur d00dz' he said
Sans-serif and blue,
left of the bobbing
crosshair,
while the
polygon world slipped by.
Finally,
here at the
end,
we danced while the
ghosts of our brothers swam in the ether
betwixt us.
I clutched my gun like a lonely child and sought your
heart.
'joo r a
lamer',
impish and
coquettetishly teased.
I feel my breath catch at the collar of my cotton t,
the tension of the
hunt dancing on my skin,
foxfire.
I am coming for you.
I am the
Tyger Tyger, burning bright.
'omg suxxor'
you scream when the
pixels collide
you blossom into a
fountain of blood,
replacing your pseudogruff outer shell with the tender boy beneath.
We all wear
masks here.
Only in death does the truth briefly play on our senses,
deep in our virtual
cocoon.
'
camper!!1' 'rocketwhor!@' you cry, briefly,
as it all comes apart, the world,
the
avatars of our bloodlust,
the bodies of the fallen.
The next map loads and the
chess board is reset.
We're all pawns here, pawns with airs of
royality.
I exhale slowly and let the mouse button creak back to neutral.
'
gg'
I agree, my angsty young paramour.
Love is a Good game.
JohnnyGoodyear is not a llama