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andycastaneda
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My medium is game programming, but my games aren't quite ready for NG...

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A poem about L4D

Posted by andycastaneda - January 17th, 2010


Rushing

"Reluctantly crouched at the starting line"
Finger on 'e' waiting for the push
"Engines pumping and thumping in time"
Hand stretches out not making a difference
"The green light flashes the flags go up"
The door swings open

I head out, right past the alternative path
I see two of them idle, melee one, now both
I'm outside but make my way in before they get up
Closed the door behind to me slow my rivals
When I get through the back kitchen I go strait to the front
Opened the door and see no infected
But once I round the semi I see a few
Don't care though, I run past them and get on the lift

Once I start it the horde arrives but they just go for my friends
I reach the top and jump to the roof
Running to the window I see a Boomer
One, two shots, Boom
Okay, Im through the window
Go through the whole in the floor to the level below

In the hall then down the stairs
I sprint past the big piles of boxes
I'm through the door at the end of the warehouse
In the alley I go into another door down to the sewers
Going down more stairs, reach the bottom

TANK!!
Hit once
Hit Again
In a corner
Hit Again
Hit Again
Dead

See my friends go down the manhole right past The Tank.

"Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
assail him, impale him with monster-truck force."


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