Toys

Good Rainy Mornin'.

Have I told you how much I love rainy mornings?

The mornings get mourning,
This holiday gets boring,
Everything gets appalling,
..This poem doesn't rhyme.


And yesterday, I revisited one decent oldies game, that you surely knows:

Toy Story 2 for the late PlayStation One system. We get to be the 'ol Space Ranger, in the rescue of his Howdy buddy. Now, what's more fun than playing around the city, and we're smaller than anything? Second to none.

We get to meet other toys, one of them whose task is to take the tokens we laboriously collect, for a token. Taken for a token.

Or even take us to a fight against a bunch of SLIME that magically manages to stretch out of a garbage can with the lid on the top of its head WITHOUT the possibility of the lid fell down to close the slime inside the can.

Sometimes fantasy is out of logic. Or what. But they had a bunch of fun, that ironically needs no logic to be understood.

To summarize:

THE TEN COOL THINGS OF PLAYING THIS GAME

01. We are smaller than anything, which means we jump on cars, slide on the hypotenuse of stairs, and ride on luggages.

02. Sometimes we run to compete with an RC, the Formula-One of toys.

03. Hey, and we gotta climb the vents, or even infiltrate into a plane...through its wheel.

04. We destroy silly or broken toys - an action you wish to do but you can't; unless you're a fellow toy.

05. Awesome upgrades.

06. And we sneak in the racks of a toy store. And drive in the trolleys.

07. ZURG!

08. Awesome locations.

09. SLIME!

10. Nice polygons for the year.

Most of the reasons don't really make sense, and most are repetitive. But hey, who cares.

Sometimes it's frustrating, but most of it is fun. Though I reckon the moment where I have to jump over the crates that were floating in a rain puddle. I got drowned so many times, and thus I lost so much lives. But that's the consequence of being a toy who mischievously play in puddles. Size DOES matter.

I'm now planning to write more poems.