From the Gold Pyramid of Spelunker to that glance from The White Wolf,
This screen has taken me a million miles, and still it's not enough.

Be them floppy disk or digital, each adventures had a price,
Yet a thousand days spent in other lands seems not a waste of life.

I've been a God, a goat, a cursor,
a soldier and some bread.
A cockroach, a coach, a severed floating head.

And I solved, or guessed, and passed their tests; No stone or path neglected,
Or I shot and splattered my foes into tatters to keep my flag erected.

And it's been a real hoot to swing and shoot,
And jump the quadrillionth pixel,
But I'm beginning to wonder as I tear things asunder,
Is this why I'm still ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ single?