Ready Player 2

A Poem by King of the North (but only on weekdays)

You're an archer
I'm a huntsman
This land of riches we shall plunder
Shiny's and collectibles
Of this great big map of wonder

It's glitched
Oh no
What shall we do?
Restart
It's overheating
No, never mind
Continue?
So kind
Your record I am beating

There's somewhat of an adversary
To these things that we call games
Fun turns to competition
Don't deny it
We're all the same

When all else seemed hopeless
He'd offer you the final health pack
I think you need it more than me
You know that I've got your back

But then you saw it
The shiny thing
You saw it flicker
Saw it lustre
Back and forth we look
With rage you shook
Our minds begin to fluster

A fight breaks out between us both
Such hardly overt rage
He knows not who he's messing with
A level seven Mage!

He yanked the controller from my hand
The Warriors did barrel rolls in the sand
You're dead!
No you're dead!
If caught mum sends us both to bed
His face turned many shades of red
The controller wire around his neck
Like a very thick and strong black thread

On screen reflections
No bloodshed
Just sawdust
But of screen
The violence
Black eyes and noses bust

For no one remembers the days of co-op
When friends turned to enemies and would leave in a strop
Blood would be shed
Screens would be broken
All in pursuit of these damn pesky tokens
So in a world of online gaming
Simply say a single prayer
The died and respawned for your sins
The survivors of two player