It’s taken hours of gruelling practice, sore thumbs and possibly a broken controller, but you’ve made it. Finally there, the quiet before the storm, you take one last deep soothing breath, repeating your faithful mantra that has served you no purpose whatsoever…….Until this faithful moment
“Cummon, I got it this!”
A mysterious sense of tranquility overcomes you, past nerves evaporate from your senses, recollections of previous failures no longer materialize
“This is the one, no more messing about now!”
You feel at one with yourself, the character and the game, no longer a playable alter ego but an extension of your own self. With each jump, you flinch, with each strike, you lunge, you’re feet shuffling on the carpet underneath you can hardly contain yourself, the nervous energy courses through your veins and with each hit taken you writhe back aghast shouting the more than occasional profanity. For the intensity of this duel has reached fever pitch and doubt once again starts to rear its ugly shadow upon your once ‘guaranteed victory’.
Staring nervously into the abyss of adversity you pull yourself together for one final push towards glory. Almost fraying from the edges of misfortune you finally regain the composure and skill you had acquired up to this point, now is the time to strike down your opponent once and for all, and at last that final hit, that oh so glorious hit, it beckons to you like a mythological siren. HHIIIIYYYYAAAA and with that it’s done….
The battle was arduous, you have triumphed over your long time foe, though only just. You’re final bar of life looms at the top of the screen, lingering as a constant reminder of how perilously close you came to death once more, but worry not, for now is the time to rejoice, to leap from your derriere shaped dent in the sofa, cheering, fist pumping, rapturous applause surrounds you, now is the time to surrender to the passion and joyous rulings of…..wait, what, why no, it can’t be….. What is this? A metamorphosis unbeknownst happening before my very eyes;
“Is this a demon which I see before me,
The controller toward my hand?
Come, let me clutch thee,
I have thee not, and yet I see thee still.
Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feeling as to sight?
Or art thou but a demon of the mind,
A false creation, proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain?”
And then death is so sudden, so suddenly sweet, you didn’t even notice the soil falling over your head. And with that you’re perished, banished to the start again, by now your patience has been worn so thin, stripped of all calming emotions, you can’t help but feel enraged, but maybe I’ll have just one more go at the dreaded…..
‘2nd Form Boss!’
About the author:Baz
Baz hates writing in the 3rd person but has been an avid gamer since that once fateful 4th birthday when a certain Italian plumber fell down many many holes.
Since then it has been onward and downwards failing to leap over many other holes, but with such a persistent nature that shall not be changing anytime soon.
A fan of games old and new Baz’s favourite systems are the Nes & Playstation 1. Other lifelong hobbies would include mostly reading a lot, copious amounts of music and having a good ol‘ giraffe, preferably down the boozer!