Entry 93: "Happy Gamerdays"

A POEM FOR THE XBOX GAMER IN ALL OF US.
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'Twas the night before Christmas, and through houses most...
Not a creature was stirring, except Call of Duty's Ghosts.

An empty space under the tree was measured with care...
In the hope an Xbox One soon would be there.

The criminals of Gotham were snug in their cells...
Until visions of the Batman sent them to hell.

Lego Iron Man, Hulk, Thor, Nick Fury and Cap...
were not enjoying a long winter's nap.

When across Los Santos, there arose such a clatter...
I sprang from my safehouse to see what was the matter.

Out the door, in my nanosuit, I disappeared like Walter's meth...
Ran through Times Square, shooting arrows at the Ceph.

Moonlight on the breasts of the new Lara Croft...
Added gritty realism to the island that's lost.

When what to my wondering eyes? It just happens...
Appeared Edward Kenway, and eight salty Assassins.

With a weathered old spy, quiet as a whisper...
I knew in a moment, he must be Sam Fisher.

More rapid than eagles, Zod's opponents they came,
and he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:

Now Lantern, now Grundy, now Deathstroke and Superman!
On, Wonder Woman! on, Lobo!, on, Doomsday and Batman!

To the top of the world! to Metropolis City Hall!
I'll take you all on, til the last of you falls!

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly...
Races Sargeant Dan Recker, and Tombstone's raw might.

Across the battlefield, force and stealth the soldiers were mixing...
with Ryu Hayabusa, Nilin and Daryl Dixon.

And then, a mystic named Khan, believing Dark Ones are the future...
Does recon with Luciani... and Valentine, the soldier.

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the chimney Deadpool came with a bound.

He wore black and red, from his head to his foot...
Exclaiming "Chimichangas!" while dusting off soot.

His bag of Skylanders toys hit the floor with a smack...
As he said, "Finally, I can get rid of this crap!"

My battles raged on, in post-Pale-Wars San Francisco...
Unsure how my progress affected Defiance, the TV show.

I wondered in my head, as I fought various fights...
Whatever happened to the first eight Overstrikes?

I must admit, I grew tired and swapped discs once more...
Saying "Forget Australia, I'm playing Saint's Row IV!"

Zinyak's alien invasion started out like no big thing...
But was soon derailed by me, with Shaundi, Johnny Gat and Benjamin King.

As I caught in my periphery, 2K's athletic games...
with WWE, NBA and MLB's non-acronym names...

I paused, considering the violence fatigue from my mission.
Should I boot up the 25th Madden and toss around the pigskin?

Deadpool interrupted, "This poem's too long!!"
and teleports away. He's instantly gone.

But I heard in the distance, Deadpool's voice loudly ringing,
"Happy Christmas to-- WHOA! My common sense is tingling!"