I am essentially the only person who plays the Mushihime-sama cabinet at my local arcade. Most Americans don't want anything to do with a shmup, let alone one with kana and kanji all over it. Because of this, when I'm not playing I sometimes feel sad for Reco, all by herself with no guidance, and no one spending any time with her.
I wrote a cinquain for her, which is arguably the nerdiest thing I have ever written. Enjoy.
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Reco, Age 15
She streams
soliloquies
beneath scanline and screen,
yearning pink stimulus through all
her blues.
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Poem
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Necronopticous
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a free verse dedicated to last hope
oh,
goddammit.
shitstove.
my genitals tied to your chevy pickup truck
the shrapnel blinds me
OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
woe is me, hitbox like a manatee.
this is what elevator music sounds like in hell
perpetual sisyphus trainwreck for eternity
and the pause button is stuck
euthanasia is the purpose, thus the title fits
oh,
goddammit.
shitstove.
my genitals tied to your chevy pickup truck
the shrapnel blinds me
OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
woe is me, hitbox like a manatee.
this is what elevator music sounds like in hell
perpetual sisyphus trainwreck for eternity
and the pause button is stuck
euthanasia is the purpose, thus the title fits
That is Galactic Dancing
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Thats really pretty good. I play Last Hope enough to relate...szycag wrote:a free verse dedicated to last hope
oh,
goddammit.
shitstove.
my genitals tied to your chevy pickup truck
the shrapnel blinds me
OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
woe is me, hitbox like a manatee.
this is what elevator music sounds like in hell
perpetual sisyphus trainwreck for eternity
and the pause button is stuck
euthanasia is the purpose, thus the title fits
I crown thee Shmup's official Poet Laureate and from thi... I cant!? Oh... Well its still pretty darn good!
Truth, is in the Mind of the Beholder...
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Your LH review is funnier then this.szycag wrote:oh,
goddammit.
shitstove.
my genitals tied to your chevy pickup truck
the shrapnel blinds me
OH COME ON WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT
woe is me, hitbox like a manatee.
this is what elevator music sounds like in hell
perpetual sisyphus trainwreck for eternity
and the pause button is stuck
euthanasia is the purpose, thus the title fits
The pause button doesn't stuck btw, it's just that you have to be more sensible when pushing it because if not I may happen to be registered twice. Pressing pause in shooters should be forbidden anyway.
No matter how many times I recite this, I can never keep a straight face. I always end up bursting with laughter after the first line or after saying 'shit'.bkk wrote:Gradius, age 23
Balls in front of ship
Diamond shit at every turn
Oh snap! A Moai
Edit: I think after posting this message, I ruined my laugh charm on this haiku.
[ Wonder Force IV -sorry Frenetic :c- ]
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Oh Last Hope -i can't sleep at night
your gameplay sucks -its just shite
I bought you and played you- you kicked my ass
your one of the worst games on the dreamcast
But then i thought i'd give you a chance
i'd seen that the neo geo version was less pants
so i shelled out the cash and got me a game
and hey- its not bad! -not quite as lame...
your gameplay sucks -its just shite
I bought you and played you- you kicked my ass
your one of the worst games on the dreamcast
But then i thought i'd give you a chance
i'd seen that the neo geo version was less pants
so i shelled out the cash and got me a game
and hey- its not bad! -not quite as lame...
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One morning, in the presence of the Buddha, in the great green garden of Ashliana, a group of disciples sat and pondered. The thought they were to think on this day was short and concise - 'What is the sweetest sound?'
The dew had not yet dried on the grass when Phalgun, the most impetuous member of the order, brazenly stood up and spoke. "Most Enlightened One, we are all appreciative of the teachings you have imparted upon us, but the answer to this question is simple. The sweetest sound is music!"
But the Buddha simply sat there, and Phalgun's confident smile faded, and making a quick bow he reassumed the lotus position.
Some time later, after the day had brightened, another disciple made his voice heard. Vishal, who had been an aristocrat before giving up his title to walk the path, rose to his knees and said "Oh great Buddha, I have always believed that the sweetest sound is the sound of happiness in a child's heart." Flashing a quick glance at the Buddha's eyes for validation, Vishal saw only serenity, and quickly crossed his legs again. The other monks thought to themselves that Vishal's answer wasn't even really a sound, and was a little too gay anyway, and continued their contemplation.
They were still at it when the sun was high in the sky and great beads of sweat had formed on their foreheads. A pair of young maidens walked past the circle, wearing brightly died scarves and laughing as they talked to each other. Gesturing with his thumb, the bearded Mubashar chuckled and said "The sweetest sound? It's what young lovelys such as those make when a man's loving between their thighs." His grin quickly faded under the stern gaze of the Buddha, and making contrition he recomposed himself.
Now the monks were really intent on finding out the answer, but every time one of them hoped he might have it all figured out, he thought a little more and realized his proposed solution was lacking. They sat and thought and thought and sat until they were startled out of contemplation by sudden movement. The Buddha had gracefully risen and begun to walk up the hill to the dining hall; as the disciples' minds were turned inward, the shadows had lengthened and firebugs had started glowing. Shaking the sleep from their limbs, the monks stumbled to their feet and flocked behind the Buddha, begging him to reveal the truth. "Master, please tell us! We've thought until our brains are empty, but not one of us has the slightest idea what the answer is. We won't be able to eat until we know! Oh Master, what is the sweetest sound?"
Without breaking his stride, the Teacher answered with a single word:
"Extend."
Over the meal, the disciples could not stop talking about what a wise man the Buddha was.
The dew had not yet dried on the grass when Phalgun, the most impetuous member of the order, brazenly stood up and spoke. "Most Enlightened One, we are all appreciative of the teachings you have imparted upon us, but the answer to this question is simple. The sweetest sound is music!"
But the Buddha simply sat there, and Phalgun's confident smile faded, and making a quick bow he reassumed the lotus position.
Some time later, after the day had brightened, another disciple made his voice heard. Vishal, who had been an aristocrat before giving up his title to walk the path, rose to his knees and said "Oh great Buddha, I have always believed that the sweetest sound is the sound of happiness in a child's heart." Flashing a quick glance at the Buddha's eyes for validation, Vishal saw only serenity, and quickly crossed his legs again. The other monks thought to themselves that Vishal's answer wasn't even really a sound, and was a little too gay anyway, and continued their contemplation.
They were still at it when the sun was high in the sky and great beads of sweat had formed on their foreheads. A pair of young maidens walked past the circle, wearing brightly died scarves and laughing as they talked to each other. Gesturing with his thumb, the bearded Mubashar chuckled and said "The sweetest sound? It's what young lovelys such as those make when a man's loving between their thighs." His grin quickly faded under the stern gaze of the Buddha, and making contrition he recomposed himself.
Now the monks were really intent on finding out the answer, but every time one of them hoped he might have it all figured out, he thought a little more and realized his proposed solution was lacking. They sat and thought and thought and sat until they were startled out of contemplation by sudden movement. The Buddha had gracefully risen and begun to walk up the hill to the dining hall; as the disciples' minds were turned inward, the shadows had lengthened and firebugs had started glowing. Shaking the sleep from their limbs, the monks stumbled to their feet and flocked behind the Buddha, begging him to reveal the truth. "Master, please tell us! We've thought until our brains are empty, but not one of us has the slightest idea what the answer is. We won't be able to eat until we know! Oh Master, what is the sweetest sound?"
Without breaking his stride, the Teacher answered with a single word:
"Extend."
Over the meal, the disciples could not stop talking about what a wise man the Buddha was.