A missing wife spells chaos for Ethan Winters,
The Baker family meals are bug filled dinners.
On a frantic search to find the dog heads,
Why is Jack so crazy, is he off his meds?
Marguerite is crawling on the wall like a spider,
I need to burn her bugs in flamethrower fire.
Crafted some shotgun ammo but need more,
An abandoned ship seems sinister, just off shore.
Blasting black moulded monsters into the ground below,
Carrying coins and solving puzzles in this twisted show.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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This cornucopia of themes seems to come from a series or game or comic yet sends its cryptic message to those that understand.
Thank you, I wish I was clever enough to include cryptic messages but don't think I have purposely.
You are most welcome Shaun
I've never seen it! lol Seen E.T. film a hundred times though. lol.
Lol, wait until Trump reveals the truth about aliens, sorry lies lol.
Shaun, this really captures the experience of survival horror games…the constant scrambling for ammo, weird puzzle logic, terrifying enemies, and moments where you just stop and wonder what kind of insanity you’ve walked into. The references land naturally without feeling forced. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks pal, it was a solid game, lots of angel symbolism within in too which is interesting.
The poet in me commends your wonderful wordsmithing! The gamer in me says "monsters? BLOW EM UP!"
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