Game Time
The day is done, the world outside can wait, The screen's cold light, a window on my fate. The headset on, the voices of the crew, A digital battle, forged by me and you. A pixel-sword, a flash of digital fire, We climb the ranks, we chase a high desire. For loot, for glory, or a simple win, The greatest battle happens from within. We're kings and heroes, warriors of light, Who fight our wars and conquer in the night. The clock ticks on, but here, there is no time, Just one more match, a climb of a new crime. The quest is done, the world outside is still, A victor's heart, a hero's steady will. The headset's off, the screen has gone to black, The hero sleeps, to rest for his next attack.
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