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Life


We're all players in This weird game called life To level up you have to get an education But your stats suck unless you get the best grades Some people don't make it too far Some are missing the basic necessities Money High-enough stats Motivation A goal Of course, there are the bonus levels one can look forward to To boost stats and such The occasional family vacation or the school dance But there are also those levels that really stump you The big end-of-year test in a few weeks or the fights with friends and family Sometimes you find power-ups, good and bad Best friends are great assets, however Not every friend may be "good for you" There are also some power-ups called drugs They make one feel invincible Like they're on top of the world But when one comes back down They find that their stats have dropped And with each time that power-up is used Their stats keep dropping dropping dropping Until they've finally reached rock bottom Bringing them up is a pain Some choose not to Some try to climb back up out of the hole they've dug themselves into Some simply press QUIT Those that manage to get their stats back in place find themselves born again Feeling much better than before Getting better friends Those that choose to remain in their drug-induced stupor Some wander aimlessly throughout the duration of their session Some simply cannot press continue Some become those who attract curious fellow players in searches of stat boosts Dragging them down Bringing more players with them There are players dedicate their lives to help those who have fallen Other players are in charge of saving those who have low health points Some players protect the community from viruses and hackers A few elite govern over the majority, setting the rules There are arguments about whether an almighty Admin is the one truly ruling over the game Who the Admin may be Some question the existence of one while others fiercely declare he exists The Admin has yet to make an appearance The Admin has yet to make an announcement Fights break out over whether or not a guild has too much power The Anglo Guild has considered itself the most powerful for a long time They're a stubborn bunch, not willing to bend much Then again, that's an accurate description of every guild They're all the same, really Differences include appearance and the occasional belief When you start playing, you don't get to pick your appearance You're sorted into a guild based upon that Some players move from one guild to another during a flight of fancy Others stand rigidly by their guild loyally throughout their entire lives Sometimes we become infected with a condition It's called "Love" You never know when it will reach you But rest assured that someday it will envelope you And you will not be able to escape If you work well with your partner in this crucial level You'll achieve a form of "happiness" It is an admirable achievement Yet regardless of their guild Regardless of their occupation Regardless of their history Two players may find each other compatible And then a new player may be brought into the world Or perhaps a new player in need of older players to help it level up Will finally get the guardians it's been waiting for Leveling up may be fun and all But we all reach a point when those words no player wants to see flash before our eyes Some see them early on Some see them in their later days Some choose to see them Some don't Some say the Admin chooses when we see those words And the game ends For some reason the bodies stay behind So While the graphics may not be the best While the players may not all be the most cooperative While it totally sucks and it's really hard sometimes It's something we have to go through Look forward to the mini-games and bonus levels Look forward to your next level-up Look forward to becoming infected You may not get much freedom to choose things like appearance You do get the freedom to do what you will with your life Just remember There are no "continue"'s There are no "reset"'s There are no "play again"'s So enjoy it while you can Because when you see GAME OVER It's game over.
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