Poem For the Player I Shot Fortnite
by Graham Swanson
Gamertag: VivaCaligula
3 Victory Royals.
Final 10: 27%
Final 15: 51%
176 Eliminations.
I write in my journal about how adept at Fortnite I have become.
How I jumped into a porta potty and come out under the purple storm.
My eye became keen at scanning roofs, ridges, broken angles.
I walk deeper in the middle of a red circle.
We're close.
I can't see them, but I can communcate with other players by gunshot.
It's quiet. They've stopped running.
I look for them, they can't find me.
I fire up high so everyone can see it.
Return fire crackles.
Like a teacher calling your name.
We meet on opposing hilltops.
When I at last have victory, I kneel instead of emote.
I respect the loot the fallen carried.
I mourn the loss of a brave warrior.
I kneel until the eye in the corner has seen me.
I find myself respecting those outlines of players.
When I'm there, I'm in the euphoria of combat.
When it's over, all I want to do is see it again.
for the sky to crack open,
the bus driver yells JUMP
I finally return
to the hail of battle players descending from the sky!
thank for reading. :)
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