There are stanza's but they aren't evident in my blog at the moment. I will fix that later. The beginning and end are yet to be written, but I'll be starting them soon. The poem as it is starts with the introduction of Pc's into the console war. So enjoy and I hope you get a laugh out of it. Check back in a couple of weeks, because I hope to have at least written the intro.
The System Wars by Screamingdoom
Here come the personal computers!
Be strong, as they march across the land,
They've been upgraded and return to take the upper hand.
They march in power, eighty-eight hundred strong
Their soundcards beat the drums, as they chant "We have come to right, what was wrong!"
They have risen victorious in the epic battles of piracy
Yet with this joy, they also weep, for many a gamer cries "Their cost is too great for me!"
But the memories of console inferiority run deep within their ram
And so from far, far away;
(From custom parts and dodgy shops, online stores, and shady alley dealers,
Some run like rocket ships and others like potato peelers!)
They hope to blow away the consoles, with their 120mm fans!
Their UV fans sparkle in the moonlight; their eyes are alight like LED's.
Their quad cores shout to Xenon and Cell, "Ha ha! We shall crush you like fleas!"
The PS3 draws his RSX, firing away with a wail
(The Wii escapes to the hills and hides beneath her sales)
The Xbox tries to flee, but is struck in the back by CrossFire
As the PS3 processes with all its might, but is crushed by over-clocked ire.
The PC walks towards them, standing high above their plastic forms
Bellowing across the world, "We have returned; a new age has dawned!"
"We have been tested, but never bested, loathed, but never gone
We struggled against the PS2, and envied the Wii innovation; O we were so forlorn.
For years now, these black and beige boxes have in chains, kept us bound
But now we stand victorious, not even Vista's requirements could keep us down!"
The Computer army turned towards the hills, to hunt for the Wii
But as they did so, something happened, and they turned, freezing in agony
Arising from the ashes, of their weaker GPU's
The 360 and PS3 stood tall in the blistering wind of 800watt PSU's
They raised their fists calling back with all their might
"Your power is un-optimized; you can never win this fight!"
The PC army frowned, then as one they laughed; saying once more
"How can you expect to beat us, with hardware that's so poor?"
Powerfully the leader of the army stepped forth, with a sword fastened to his belt
And when the consoles saw it, they screamed and gasped and yelped!
To the cloudy, blood red sky,
The PC held high the Sword of Crysis, Oh did the consoles cry!
Both turned and fled, and the Wii burrowed even deeper
As the PC's charged after them, bringing death to consoles like the Grim Reaper
The Sword of Crysis whistled through the air, and zoomed with a shout
Saying "Your days of low resolution gaming, I will snuff out!"
And the armies of the consoles fell dead, by the sword they were slain
Their limited ram and cordless controllers lay strewn across the plain
Time passed onwards, and many a fanboy did weep
They were left hollow, at the death of the consoles, that made them so complete
And as the consoles were laid to rest, under a grave of stone
The fanboy's turned and trundled off towards their morbid homes (and also to play Wii which survived)
But as they turned, the sky above opened aloud
For streaming down upon the PS3 grave, was a Blu Ray of light, breaking through the clouds
And the angel of Solid Snake flew down, and the fanboys turned and cheered
As he spoke in a husky voice saying "Behold have hope! Metal Gear Solid 4 is here!"
Snake descended to the ground and put his hands upon the dirt
And in the sparkling Blu Ray of light, he spoke in words barely heard
"Arise my darling PS3
Arise, Arise, Arise
Return to us
Retake your crown
Bring us all to glory"
There was a sudden silence, and in the blinding light rose he
The fanboy's cried and wet their pants, for before them, alive; stood the mighty Playstation 3!
And from the sky descended a second angel, clothed in white and green
As the lemmings counted his halo's, 1...2...3
He hovered above the grave, and before the lems he said
"First I need an offering, to raise him from the dead"
The lems smiled in joyful glee and lined up single file
And the angel took their every penny, with a cunning smile
When all the monies were gone
And his purse strings tightly drawn
The angel fluttered his wings and said, "Joy I bring! Hope I give!"
And standing upon the grave, arms upraised, he shouted, "Xbox Live!"
The ground shook, and sky thundered, as from the grave erupted green light
And there before the lemmings, resurrected, the Xbox said, "Let's finish the fight"
(Before he marched off he thanked the angel for setting him free
And gave a curt nod, to the graves of Dreamcast and HD-DVD)
I'm currently writing the beginning and end. So stay tuned. When it's finished, I'll make a thread about it on System Wars, so everyone can enjoy it!