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8-bit Feeling

by carsenault10

Oh, how I always wanted to live in an 8-bit world Side-scrolling action Duck hunts galore As much currency as a first-world country It’s hard not to love it From Pokémon to Kid Icarus The nostalgia nearly takes my breath away I won’t let problems stack up like Tetris I’m not being chased by ghosts crying, “Wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka, wacka” This isn’t a video game, it’s real life When you die you don’t respawn like nothing ever happened No, this is it. One life. I’m placing blocks in Minecraft Pwning n00bz in Call of Duty Gaining headshots on Grunts like Master Chief Gathering rings in Sonic the Hedgehog Sneaking around like Ezio Auditore da Firenze And delivering newspapers like Paperboy While escaping the mysterious Slenderman I’m living in this virtual world without danger I don’t want to make it on these streets like Frogger I don’t have big shoes to fill like the plumber or the blue blur This ain’t no sandbox or first-person shooter, it’s reality So, live it to the fullest, don’t rage quit
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Written by
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Published
Nov 30, 2012
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