Just Drop It

It's that vexing

itch. That worrisome,

tedious act,

when a n00b dives

to the floor,

and no scopes you.

You had your

kill streak

in full swing,

pwning your enemies

relentlessly.

But then some punk

sees you coming,

and you see him.

Things are happening,

the enemy is

in your sights,

as he turns around.

WAIT!

As you squeeze

that trigger button,

he drops to the

floor.

The bullets whiz

right above that

n00b,

and he gets his

chance.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

The blasts pound in

your ears.

Torturous.

You hear that devil

over the mic.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

He hackles.

"I just kicked your ass!"

And you,

mouth agape,

lie in the

re-spawn screen.

You have just been drop killed,

and he got extra 150 XP for it.

You have to make

a reclaim.

That guy just

humiliated you,

it's time for you

to save face.

"It's not gonna happen again,"

you say to yourself,

as a solemn promise.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Same guy,

same gun,

same drop,

same kill.

Every time

he drops to the floor,

you do too. The match

ends in domination.

100 to 43 (kills)

because all of them

are stupid n00bs.

Every single one

dropped it like it's hot.

Face red

and controller

gripped in steel,

you swear and

holler.

But it's not over,

the next round

is about to start.

Oh now the teams

have switched,

the tables turned,

and your enemy

is still against you.

Victory will be glorious,

because you are ready.

With the shotgun,

you've got that guy.

That guy won't get you again.

Yet,

as what happens when

confidence gets the better

of one,

you fall again.

This time you are the first

of the fallen.

Someone One Hit Kills you,

a no scope,

another cheap shot.

Oh you are steamed!

But your heat is

not without an

intelligent devotion.

This inner rage is

to be placed in a

bright way. A way

that will bring you

back.

You are focused.

You see the enemy.

You see him turned around.

You see him with a perfect chance.

You see him in the back of the head with

cross hairs lined up.

He dives to the ground,

killing your teammate,

and making you miss.

When you finally

line up another shot,

he kills you again.

BAM! BAM! BAM! BAM!

Same guy,

same gun,

same drop,

same kill.

Stupid n00b.

A dark time comes,

and you have been

fed up.

No, no, no.

You won't take any more.

You won’t let this happen

anymore.

On Youtube,

you find the

ultimate weapon:

knowledge.

What could be more sweet

than a taste of one's own medicine?

So you practice,

and practice,

and practice.

It's hard!

Not gonna lie,

it's flippin' hard.

Not easy to master,

not lightly to be taken.

Proficiency offers

a great skill.

Yet,

what happens when

everyone drops

at the sight of

their enemies?

Does the world keep its

vibrant variance?

Does it keep the interest

and competition that

makes the game

fun?

"With power,

comes great responsibility."

A huge cliché

that so many know,

yet it is certainly a

wonderful maxim.

Too much of one strategy

will make a game

bland and boring.

So to all the players

out there,

please be sparing

in using a strategy;

just one never works

for every other.

It's not worth fighting
over a simple strategy.
So to all the players
out there,
please,
just drop it.

And to end on a light note: