By all accounts, we have ourselves a villain.
Having played video games, we know villains..
We know their purpose is to strengthen our arm.
A hero cannot emerge from peaceful
A hero must slay, overcome, be tested.
Birthed in the flame of battle,
The hero rises unscorched and victorious.
The villain is perched, but does not wait.
Each day that passes is one day lost,
One day left in the fire to be consumed.
We who play video games know
We are hero.
Know we are destined to emerge victorious.
How then can we not act?
The villain’s mask is off,
And our world strides ever-closer to the villain’s
Outstretched and hungry claws.
It seems our only response is wide-eyed,
Self-righteous martyrdom to the flame.
Our ashes, we hope, will serve as reminder
To future generations not to fall prey.
Games, it seems, have taught us nothing