Gaming – Me, Warcraft 3 Pt.1- How it all began and the LPG

I’m going to call them Lane Pushing Games (LPGs). It’s the best moniker I’ve seen and it’s a great blog by a game designer/developer I know who goes by the name of Softmints. If you have any interest in DotA and the myriad maps that came about in Warcraft 3’s day (and Aeon of Strife which started it all) I’d highly recommend you read it. http://lanepushinggames.wordpress.com

I’m calling this part one because I probably won’t say everything I want to say in one post. Let’s find out.

To Those Who Know Me Least

Since I’m too lazy to write a biography for this, I decided to integrate some more personal ideas into some poems. Now I know what some of you might be thinking…

Surely this is what all poets do Mr Soul?

QUIET. QUIET WITH YOUR LOGIC AND SENSIBLE THOUGHT. There is a time and place for it, but not here and now.

I’ll probably write something else for my next post. Probably about DotA2. Or perhaps even that genre in general, we’ll see. I’ve a lot to say about MOBAs/Lane pushing games/ASSFAGGOTS (http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=ASSFAGGOTS).
Thank you for reading!

The solemn story of Sybil

Alliteration/Sibilance is, I think, the best thing that’s ever happened to anyone ever.*

With that in mind, here’s a poem that doesn’t really use much of either outside of the title. Or does it?**

I’m also not sure whether this is the serious or silly (aha!) poem this week either, mostly because that theme went out of the window within the first 50 seconds.

*This is a lie
**This is a misleading question

Shitty Bus Poems Pt. 1

Part of a collection of intentionally banal poems, mostly haikus, written on the bus to work. Swearing again. Too late really.

Some are actually being used in a composition! Can you believe it. Ruining the face of modern art music less than a year after graduating.

Let’s be the problem together.

P.S. Yes I am aware that not all of the haikus are 5/7/5. It’s too late now, this is why they’re classed as shitty.

P.P.S. The Will Smith one is a joke based on the fact my friends often call me the most white black guy they know.

Once a Man Called Me Nigger

A poem about an encounter in the early hours of the morning.

There are some words people might find offensive in this poem, so be warned.
I will refrain from writing long descriptions as to my thoughts and reasonings behind decisions in my poetry to allow people to draw their own conclusions. However, if someone is especially curious about this please feel free to ask.