Haven't written anything in ages...years, I think...
Let's see how much rust I can kick off here..
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My big gun blasts away; the undead clear a path…
At the Mystery Box I spray, points add up like math.
Crawlers burst in half, toxic plumes erupt…
Heart races, full of wrath…when suddenly, I’m fucked.
Not by the pixels pouncing, not by a zombie’s bite…
But cuz my daughter’s bouncing, wants me to say goodnight.
Online killing so no pause, what’s a dad to do?
But succumb to icy jaws, once my kiddo comes in view.
Host Has Ended Game, cuz Dad has a kid to tuck in…
Don’t care if it makes me lame, this is what I get for fuckin.
Tucked away in peace, short story told and done…
Then I roll like I’m obese right back to that big gun!
Blasting once again, handguns all akimbo…
Teamed with invisible friends, reality lost in limbo.
Reaching level 12, more heat is on then ever…
Ballistic knives in hands, rotting flesh is severed.
High as fuck while here, so it isn’t very boring…
But avoiding any beer, cuz work awaits come morning.
Then suddenly I’m horny…what the fuck is that?
Wifey whispering something corny and rubbing on my back.
Can’t she see I’m panicked, my bullets running low?
How is it romantic, me frantic for Extra Ammo?
But this is how it goes, gotta kick in the sex drive…
And sign off even though everyone needs my Revive.
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I'll get my links up from home...
Don't close, please.
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