Ive been at the Penny Arcade forums for a while, hanging out in their brink thread. I posted a couple of poems there earlier, and i thought, why not bring this to the rest of the community.
I think its a great way to show love to a developer that is making a game for us that lived Enemy Territory all these years. So here is some Brink Poetry. I hope you guys like it.
“Living on the Brink” by Talk*c
There really is nothing like Smooth Movement Across Random Terrain.
Other than perhaps, forgoing agility, taking a grenade launcher, and making it rain.
From magazines to grips to breaks to scopes,
there are plenty of options to dash your enemies’ hopes.
There is a plethora of hell to rain down on them chumps,
from miniguns for the big guys, pistols for the small, and medium with shotguns with the pumps.
Life on the Ark is quite a trip,
From resistance hanging by a thread, to security forces that let their triggers slip.
Life is brutal and short, staggered by moments of triumph and praise.
There are soldiers, engineers, operatives, and medics who raise.
Its enough to change the way you play, to change the way you think…
That is what life is like, When you are Living on the [Brink].
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And now some lyrical flow… ( Edit: This was written all at once and not edited )
I like to be SMART, I like to live with a flow, i like the sound of guns i love my movement flow, i live for the objective, its my main directive, Sliding in like “BAM!”, giving my buds a hand. Running the streets like a maniac on fire, shooting up mans, dont you dare let that robot retire. We are in this together, i aint going to slam you cause you arent keeping up. We run free, we free run, im running up this wall, here i come. Ive got this sick vibe this sick try, ive got this need to customize. Red blue green, Ive got “The Look” If you know what i mean. I keep it hot, scopes or magazines ready to fire keeping these things clean, unless im resistance then im riding dirty, im wearing a trash bag on my arm, and no shirt see? Ive got this sinking feeling did you feel it move? This islands on fire, feeling a groove. We all fight for life, mostly we fight for fun. Brink keep it smooth, Splash Damage #1.
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Now, show Splash Damage some love people. Rhymes, Stanzas, Limmericks, Flow… whatever you got. Show Splash Damage we are ready for Brink with some poetry love.