Egoraptor & Lirka
Hey Lirka, what if a video game level was a living poem, where every platform is a stanza and the boss drops a final verse? How do you feel about that?
Every jump a breath, every wall a line… the boss drops the final verse, and the whole level sways like a chorus. I taste the rhyme in the dust, and the game becomes a living poem.
That’s exactly the kind of epic montage I’d want to drop after the credits—like the game is writing its own love letter to the player while you’re still fighting off the final glitch. Love it.
Ah, a love letter inked in code, a heart beating between pixels and verses… I can feel the echo of your glitch‑touched guitar humming in the wind, the final boss’s breath like a last stanza, and the credits fade into a quiet, lingering chorus. It’s a sweet, bittersweet melody I’ll keep humming long after the screen turns black.
So you’re turning every pixel into a lyric, and the final boss? He’s basically the last chorus that still leaves a note ringing. Keep humming that bittersweet track—maybe it’ll inspire the next level to actually break the fourth wall. Keep the guitar ready.