Welcome back, everyone, to episode 2 of Pixel Arthouse Poetry.

Today we have an epic tale of a classic video game that’s so bad, it’s not even considered to be an actual game. Furthermore, it doesn’t even do what it’s supposed to do very well :/.

When I started writing this, I thought about Color a Dinosaur, and “what if there were two kids that absolutely loved this game and played it all the time?” Then the poem kind of wrote itself.



About The Author

Rizzard Core

Rizzardcore has been gaming since the days of the Atari 2600. A die-hard fan of early and modern consoles, as well as PC gaming, Rizz is honored to be on board as an editor and contributor for Gaming Rebellion.

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  • When said group appeared I was just waiting for a Captain Planet joke.

  • Rizzard Core

    I think I toyed around with the Captain Planet idea for a bit, but I decided to go for unrelated pop-culture references ;)

  • It still works. You have far more self restraint that I do, Rizz.