Wednesday, September 17, 2008

An Ode to Strike-Counter-Strike

The springs of the keyboard dance a dance bizarre
The infrared diode emits a frenzy of Brownian red fire
Parallel synthetic brains scream to hell in agony
And the cold screen refreshes at its 100fps monotony
The puppeteer sits in the dark his strings get blurry
Eyeballs develop crosshairs, vision enters phantasm
As the virtual brave charge with hypocritical fury
Dog eared assassins lurk in the shadows and squirm
The world trembles with the boom of magnum palpitation
As the sniper drags the scope of 15G retribution
‘Nades exchange hellos as the fly across each other
Projecting the puppeteer’s will to stall and smother
Precision so indispensable, strategy is the key.
Take your finger off W; this is not Quake-3
If reflexes need improving just smoke a joint
And then fight to death with 1 Health Point
One hand fashions names of single letter anonymization
The other surreptitiously flicks Tabs of ego satisfaction
Deadman marvels at the marvels of virtual reality
Playgrounds lie bare and the MAN chews nails of anxiety
And if they all believe as we believe in what we do
How wonderful if World War-III were fought in de_dust2

16 comments:

jaydeep said...

wow man..hahaha ur crazy!

jaydeep said...

m gonna forward this to other cs communities if u dont mind...haha

Dead Man Walking said...

sure
I've posted it on Counter-strike India

Prashant said...

saale kahaan se copy paste kiya be !!!!!!!!!!!

Dead Man Walking said...

I'm flattered :D

Kafan said...

N1 work man. It rocks. Exceptional work.

ACE said...

mast poem hai yaar ......... aise talented mind ko to fnatic ya mym me hona chahiye tha.....

StuffeR said...

awesome.........

Hardik said...

awesome man...!!!
mind blowing.....!!!!
bhai log aur bhi kahin se lao yaar ise tarah ka maal....!!!! :P

Anonymous said...

dude gr8 job ........
it shud b called CS Anthem...and shud b sung bfore playin CS....

i believe u made it urself ....

but i cant resist to copy it.......

:P

$haggy said...

Awesome Especially the line where U ask us to take the finger off W :)
Keep up the gud work

Dead Man Walking said...

ty mate

Ram munda said...

great work....my favourite line..The puppeteer sits in the dark his strings get blurry...i think you are talking about the letters of the keyboard specially(w,a,s,d)which fades as it is used the maximum time...am i right????...extraordinary....you have taken care of every details

Dead Man Walking said...

I like to leave loose ends such that each one has his own experience, his own perspective. None are correct none wrong either.
I'm happy you found your own meaning, Btw i'd meant the speed of using the keyboard, at the start of a round when we buy so fast that the fingers are actually blurry!

FisT! said...

sale ye toh tune sure kahi se copy paste ki hai ..
jhooth mat bolo beta ..

Dead Man Walking said...

@fist

Why would I wanna post someone else's work on my blogspace??