i used to be a quakeaholic in college. i'd play that shit drunk, high, and skip class for the sake of "pwning d00dz." while searching through some files i came across an ode to the game that helped me achieve "academic probation" status (circa '97-'98) -- using the art of rhyme nonetheless. join me by posting some of your best nerd works.
telefragged.
ran as fast as I could to a spot
with a box, grabbed 10 slugs and searched for a rock.
each second was slowly ticking off the clock,
time was of the essence,
so I relayed a text message,
saying "fuck you campers", killed one, then searched for my next hit.
gathered about 100 rounds of ammo,
with my camo, went into the battlefield like rambo,
piled up mad amounts of bodies the size of Lambo.
I had about 25 health, searching for more was a gamble,
I trampled... over bodies left and right,
with a rocket launcher in sight,
sacrificed some life.
dropped down over 35feet in height,
luckily a health pack was on its right.
re-energized I unleashed projectiles with full force and might,
I wasn't afraid to fight,
my handle: "the waiter", serving fools all night.
blasting off 5 rockets in every which way,
to avoid getting hit, i swayed,
followed the footsteps of my prey,
grinned at the gibs and licked my lips as the blood sprayed.
see, this wasn't a game, because pride led to shame,
in the end, i had a 40 next to my name,
and a playing field with corpses mangled and maimed.
