Videogame Review, Pole Position for the Atari Video Cartridge Adapter (Brand New Adapter, w/ Gold Joystick and Atari 5200)

Videogame Review, Pole Position for the Atari Video Cartridge Adapter (Brand New Adapter, w/ Gold Joystick and Atari 5200)

The color impact for a game like racing exceeds in figuration according to mandates which determine skill by overcoming lost values in the process until complete works fill every notion on due influence, even where luck shows its colors across the board, playing with video forms enough to battle against obstacles imprinted into Pole Position.  You turn around the clock with further progress made into the curves switching between left- and right-ends.  A car like yours may run like the wind.  Of course, an idiom I’m using here must display emotion for vague points of interest as Atari 2600 games suit me when wanted, or needed, or both where victimization of circumstance leads me to heavy volume of gameplay as observed; however, Pole Position speaks on a lighter note, delivering good fun without much brainwork involved since every division within challenge reveals something to lease on heat.  Wheels do spin quite well considering Atari 2600 standards- honestly, Pole Position has made a larger impact on Atari 5200 standards because the difficulty selections remain where challenge is still probable, while the Atari 2600 game would behave like a demo these days.  Games should be larger than demos.  Heights are roaring into the picture by minimal input during a race to the finish.  Mountain chains are visible in promotion for natural things in the works before the twists and turns at higher peak levels with a dotted cloud teasing us in the sky’s part to possibilities of rain.  Sure, the cloud is white, but rain must be heading itself in those fluffy ends against a blue background that’s imparted from further complexity in structure under Pole Position’s gears for electricity as chips determine computer and player- rounds of music bend into the vision by reversed notes of control relating to gameplay mechanics, activated by a joystick which requires a rough squeeze along the base’s edges.  Atari 5200 controllers don’t need to be held for their joysticks to turn; it’s interesting, because the Atari 2600 controller (gold contacts) must be grasped tightly for immediate and effective joystick turns if movement is possible with ordinary functions.  Calculations will have to be made over the roadsides as yellow cars drift beyond the finish as long as power resumes in my disposition.  I’m an articulator of visual truths while keeping ideas flowing in pressure as rooms become crossed as visited locations.  Temper has a great deal in common with my exchange of rooms during night and day; so, playing video games has to revolve on coordinates within psychological effects as handled near TVs.  At least the current mood is subtle.  Then again, holding a joystick with energetic hands can burn me up inside to a degree after the machine is turned on and, from getting into Atari 5200 and Atari 2600 technology, riddles should open a path in light towards visionary undertaking.  Once the difficulty runs low you’ll have to evacuate.  Selections come and go on radar- that is, greatness in length takes on a boomerang effect as cars go round and round in novice difficulty and pages can’t get turned back without disturbing the binding glue.  Movements have been adjusted for Pole Position: the Atari 2600 has qualifications for slower forms of definition concerning lights, camera, and action as related to joysticks or demanding fingers.  Teeth aren’t on my cheeks.  Perhaps a smile will do when undergoing a softening blow of magnetism spiriting the entire drift into carefree binging.  Gamers ought to feel sleepless and dreamy-eyed from visualizing the effects by rote and custom of futuristic personalities, and, there’ll be hell to pay later on for another time when black cartridges are shifted for daily labels of challenge where antiques fill the determination enough for relaxation and intellectual performance; but, I’m not quite seeing such a circumstance for Pole Position, a game that’s like a trick up the sleeve as far the eye can see although imagination will deserve some attention.     

Poem- “Fashion and Dress in 20 Years”

“Fashion and Dress in 20 Years”

Parents give children the warning voice.

Mall traffic is prevented or given by notary for a weekend.

The agendas from my high school didn’t involve praise on fashion.

Clothing is a habit and people in Ventura often ignored the stars up above.

We’re talking about most of the 90’s and 2000’s in a 20-year line.

Immigrants felt embarrassed about translations on their bad habits.

Making this short passage leaves us fair.

Do you understand me just because I’m speaking to you?

Am I inferior because you’re different?

Yelling at workers is barbaric practice and it’s even seen in philosophy classes.

Kindness during performance of violence is madness.

A racist cuts one branch from his tree and tells us it’s the whole deal.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Fashion-and-Dress-in-20-Years-815036498

Videogame Review, Sonic the Hedgehog 2 for the Sega Genesis 3 (w/ Brand New Console)

Videogame Review, Sonic the Hedgehog 2 for the Sega Genesis 3 (w/ Brand New Console)

Fashionistas enjoy leaving juicy news which gives their own rise.  The Sega Genesis 3, one of the last Genesis consoles to be released fits like a glove for Sonic’s chaotic adventure into wild, crazy destinations that bounce him around places like a bullet from an imaginary standpoint.  A character named Tails has fluffy, orange tails with bleached ends.  Sonic is extraordinary: there’s swift contrast between dimension and length while he runs into approaching opponents by gesture, personality, and mild discomfort.  It’s important for Sonic and his partner in crime to remain consistent in a difficult challenge or there’s no habit for gaming where divisions of color blur into the picture, near mountains resembling folding paper, or Dr. Eggman’s wicker cages leveled of squirrels and bunnies, vines that leak from handles, weight scales that make Sonic and/or Tails jump in relaxation of personal action, and even neon lights which appear to swallow darkness of night in magic.  Would you believe me if I told you Sonic is a modern barbarian?  Wild natives would dodge blowdarts, swallow bubbles, tackle creatures with horns, etc.  Difference is apparent from existence of robotic creatures who drill into the ground or maneuver hanging choppers.  That’s more of a Star Wars thing.  But Sonic and Tails would be strange, odd mutants put into a doctor’s galactic time zones speaking more of the future with dramatic mechanics illustrated by your TV’s ongoing, laser-like pixels.  Hangers are circling under the stars in Sonic’s world during a chase for the finish in record times, feeling up to the gamer’s postage of effort, dashed in red shoes while crossing vague points of interest near Robotnik’s chaos for last-ditch efforts.  A blue hedgehog like Sonic kicks it in the second wind over looping hillsides which bend into lands hanging upside-down and right-side up like rollercoaster flips.  3D worlds in the bonuses give off light in fashion related to Buck Rogers for the Atari 5200 but with Sega’s extra effort made in blast processing and extensive, whirling 16-bit interchanges of rings, jewels, and red-eyed bombs.  The road dogs keep at corners moving each one into dispute across vast lands built of wild, fictional design with Sega’s input along the lines curving into the distorted, but effective, picture in abstract relationships.  Everyone on the game is an oddity- we’re talking about childhood pranks a gamer may be familiar with on distinguishing 80’s from 90’s by fast, rapid motions given to success or a break.  Plates near the oil industry gravitate with propelling fans at distant tunnels of landing and slippery means of management which can leave Sonic without keys from a player’s delight and confusion for roaming shots connecting vision with sudden impulse of power.  And, with correct programming and vivid display of emotion, Sega proves it with evidence for challenges referred to from the touch of a button and wondrous joy of accomplishment in fields of vision geared for a doctor’s hanging threads for heroes in dismay of great evil, robotic figures, and informal calculations.  

Poem- “Telling the Truth”

“Telling the Truth”

The dictionary contains words and sentences made by liars.

So, literary definitions can be questioned.

You can’t find out truth when alone.

A critic is needed to put something in dispute.

Lies are made about lies.

In fact, lies about lies can end up being the truth.

Existence of variables may help us understand the better source.

Yes-and-no questions don’t always help- answers often lack evidence.

By performing analysis instead of giving the conclusion, evidence can be made.

However, the analysis must have truths to begin with.

People talk about “cleaning their mess” after creating it in the first place.

If no one ever told us it was a mess then how would we see it?

Here’s one way people gamble: tossing around opinions and seeing what happens.

This bears false witness since evidence isn’t seen prior to dispute.

Guys shouldn’t deny evidence without giving some themselves.

And, “evidence” is often a label used for dominance.

Disorderly conduct is a cause for fictional evidence when someone is desperate.

It’s a truthful fact that Earth heats up and so any opposition to it is false.

Opponents really ignore their own libel.

Cancer isn’t just a disease; humans can’t always handle the truth.

Actually there’s not just going to be a case of handling anything.

Unfortunately, discoveries aren’t exactly permanent to a society’s knowledge.

One can hear words, mix up the words heard, and give false clues.

“Reading between the lines” can lead to response in lies.

You may tell me I have to “get it” when I don’t want to “get it”.

The “it” factor can just be prejudice in disguise of truth.

Besides, what is “it” anyway?

Lacking focus for such a word is a bad habit.

Focus itself becomes corrupted from playthings of imaginary thinking.

So, you’re not going to become a philosopher just from “thinking”.

“I think, therefore I am”- no, you think, therefore you think!

It can take years and years for realization to hit.

Think about it- if you know something right now, why does school take years to do?

False information must be seen for the contrast.

Completely avoiding false information leads to prejudice of false information.

Truth should be known after results shed light upon the globe.

Maybe we need to stop being so enthusiastic about “space exploration”.

Yes, space exploration involves results, but we have to get moving first.

An explorer can also get tangled with questionable elements of surprise for light.

Now someone doesn’t just know the truth because he is “surprised”.

By surprise, anything can happen.

Of course it’s not as if lacking surprise is automatically better.

Ignorance of natural forces at work is a disgrace.

A theory isn’t evidence; evidence is a list of truthful facts.

Chaos in nature provides us with conflicting ideas.

So, how do we understand truth by conflicting ideas?

Organization can be made of false ideas.

We must have something false even as the picture is seen.

A plant bears the roots, but roots in the ground may not lead to a living plant.

Truth can die.

Truth can expire and go out of date.

However, people can’t just take advantage of this fact and give lies.

Machines don’t detect lies- in fact, machines can delete truth that isn’t programmed.

Ironically enough, it may take a liar for truth to be known.

What if you were all alone on a planet and gave lies and truths?

You could say “the plant is ABC” or “the plant is 123” and not notice the difference.

A human in that situation would roar by instinct- no lesson, no compromise.

Because of this example we may term instinct and prejudice as isolation.

You’ll always see yourself first when you wake up.

Sleeping and waking states relate to efforts on truth-giving methods.

Darkness might really be someone’s only color.

Red that completely shadows over blue can no longer be red.

As such, one’s imaginary reflection can get started from opposing another’s.

By the natural forces of color, prejudice is seen from opposition.

It can be difficult to tell who started something, or, who even ended something.

Fear should be felt from reading this statement.

Someone can be “yellow”- that’s a metaphor to describe a coward.

Bravery leads to racism; so, we must only be brave when we have to be.

Looking at so many colors goes in a vicious circle under prejudice.

Ideas can just be “ideas”- there may be color or not.

We must learn to reveal our colors peacefully.

Maybe divisions need to be increased or decreased depending on nature.

Of course, people can look at the wrong pictures.

Quality is a factor in giving truth.

So, a lie is language with poor quality for the evidence.

And people live; oh, they live.

You can’t know the truth if you don’t know how to live.

Isolation is often modern life.

People may hide because they can’t tell the truth.

Because of this, privacy is related to true things and false things.

Why be so personal when someone else is personal?

Vague points will have to be drawn here- good nature is my evidence for truth.

Lies shouldn’t show natural forces at work without disqualification.

But someone’s quality for life is tampered with by memories.

Memory would make a poor time machine.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Telling-the-Truth-814909298?ga_submit_new=10%3A1569743487

Videogame Review, Skiing for the Sears Intellivision (w/ Used Game and Console)

Videogame Review, Skiing for the Sears Intellivision (w/ Used Game and Console)

Lack of awareness can move someone into pleasing himself on subsistence for questionable programming.  Prejudice influences taste in generational degrees- gamers are born with something, and more gamers are born later with something else.  Sources of health become extinct in history and future generations are forever lacking in such health from those sources; for example, the Intellivision console was eventually dismissed from market sales and future generations have grown absent-minded of 70’s/80’s health.  Ideas run on floating populations of names which are difficult to trace since outreach and extension function according to proximity of locations, locations, and locations, or conflicting research of geography.  Censorship on mysterious items happens and, from giving thoughtful criticism, I’ll explain my vision in length as terms get close for recognition and satisfactory conditions near a program that displays chew enough for momentary alliance by vague points of gameplay.  In this Intellivision game (Skiing) the sky can look like great water peaking along the white mountain tips above the finishing area of heavily-coated spectators who wait for their winner.  Inner branches of gates loop over many severe corners that reveal pressure for the gamer as he marks territory for leaving it behind for the finish, as possessions are evacuated from towards the ongoing lines of movement in gear for regretful mistakes, errors to be founded from shaky grounds by fault of Mattel’s programming.  Skiing isn’t a very rare example by Intellivision standards.  Recipients of the whole program mistaken the vision indicated of luck to be a fulfilling promise of heats roaring into the picture, and, even if the instruction manual gives the illusion of security and a difficult, but fair, challenge, Skiing isn’t what Mattel said it was.  Understanding each incursion where drifts are made in faulty and touchy enhancements of play can be out of reach.  Players become isolated in their confusion and hospitality until games are received in disgruntlement or anxiety, or both, so I’m not alone with expressing frustration towards undermining a teasing flick.  Roots in humanity don’t always have everlasting features.  Those old arcade rooms from the past were native spots for gamers with enough mobility for the charge at playing up to speed and difficulty and the Intellivision console gave players more opportunity in performing extreme limits of sports during rest and still comfort.  Superstition comes apart to industrial standards, so entertainment involves horizons of physical activity where gamers may not feel like getting up, or sitting up, or standing around so much.  Getting into the fashion of your age decreases the likelihood of complaints and unnecessary struggle; however, Skiing was an Intellivision game that tackled the problem without leaving it open for promising changes.  Questions might be asked prior to correct wonder.  Our hands make the Intellivision controller compact for desired use although effort must be at stake in relation to power and grace over the slopes when, actually, the distorted picture gives an illusion of control and most of the challenge is based on vivid endurance of luck.  This game’s functions have false substance beginning with irregular returns of swiftness, or lack thereof, and in distancing between gates on confusing fuel under a player’s gaze for the magnificent fantasy.

Videogame Console Review, Executoys 1999 Portable Calculator

Videogame Console Review, Executoys 1999 Portable Calculator

I didn’t let circles around for this portable oddity.  Regions of space towards California’s coastline allowed for personal involvement on a scale from comfort to anxiety in relation to this mobile calculator.  When increasing mental faculties, or even toning for daring assumption and concentration, by giving in to calculations I also found games which were more hypothetical to unique habit and custom as long as the functioning machine didn’t break; however, it has recently or some years ago broke.  Morbid interest hadn’t yet been observed during “gameplay” if we’re to consider simple motives regarding everyday math and mundane tasks in gear for dark, chunky graphics.  We’re not talking about the looks of rainbows and prisms- we’re talking about numbers, shades, and blocks.  Unequal lengths of gameplay in this case ended up too similar to each other for distinctive measures of counterbalancing numerical forms.  Food allergies might get definitive for a gaming individual when undermining visual styles across the big, flippable screen.  (How many stars in one’s star rating are double stars?)  Mutual relations exist between friendly people; however, ties aren’t so connected for sellers and buyers because the world doesn’t constantly require permission for everything.  Natural things come into play- I’m showing a portable that acted as a child’s number-solver, my hands feel around the black machine, and, from leaving dispute on random impressions, the numbers could’ve seemed interesting for easy knowledge, or, spoiled temper if you will.  Optic illusions aided me in fantasizing on mundane cracks of realization for movement, speed, and agility along the buttons, original in style and touchy from less push-and-pull on exact movement of decision.  The infinite figures moving in my head burned the sensation enough for approval of temporary, numerical crunching.  Stages come and go with playing on video forms.  Revolutions of sight, vision, and consciousness give the evolutionary influence to gaming a bias from observation and decision-making.  (Is there such thing as an artist who draws what’s inside his eyes right now?)  Fundamental views are required for judgment along the lines into new challenges set forth by rote and calculative manner in response.  General concepts become enhanced under imaginative preparations.  Visionary art didn’t occur with this piece, for, we can have scientific reasoning and calculations without art and this portable by Executoys (1999, Can You Imagine) may term values in the mind’s faculties, but not through vivid and fantastic graphics for the presentation of math, as it’s just… well, math and no art.

Poem- “The French Piano Player”

“The French Piano Player”

Random impressions of the French polish.

Using oil at a fast-paced tune.

An ongoing habit proves the quality with fine results.

Processing is handled under a strict time watch.

Fire burns in the corner.

Dreaming of more wood leaves behind a perception in fitness.

Trains of midnight fill a viewer’s thought for art early in the morning.

Stains form where thoughts are sought for in earnest of the higher reaches.

Wiping cloths may be disputed on for more names- words for more words.

Great paintings loom in the horizon as some piano has its keys tickled.

Romance is a blend of elegance and delight which gets harsh.

Music fills the air with practical lengths in gear, like turns for a machine.

Love happens eventually, and personality comes at a rise-and-fall motion.

Bring in the wine at merry during a song for long distress!

Intense heat burns in the lovers.

Vision comes apart where memories touch on sensation for enterprise.

Notes cover every sound in question for a station wagon later.

Obstacles are sensed in voice to displeasure of mistakes.

Pastimes live in us beyond the grave and a healthy mood gives up the ghost.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-French-Piano-Player-814580423

Poem- “A Shadow Once”

“A Shadow Once”

Eating bananas, drinking chocolate milk, near the lemon-scented rain

Close to a distant hospital in a boy’s mind, listening to lullabies

For adults while my parents did what you do to me now.

No one else was pure and I didn’t say hello, but the gingerbread

House displayed at Hallmark and I hated Christmas lights.

Taking a fight burned me up inside during Ventura’s great floods

With good money and all, winter avenues crossed unknown gates

Long ago in a galaxy far away when I was 7 years old-

No sense to it made me cry, it was only right in the newspaper,

West coast and fajitas burning on the tongue like King Kong.

Funny love how it was that pretty faces approached and retreated.

We were too young no matter how old we became

Since never dreaming of magnolia let me fall in love, again,

To swimming goldfish at the pet store or sharks diving

Before the waves at Sea World, special within me for staking

Claim on the front near Wendy’s and the slowly decaying Kmart.

Perfect darkness helped my mind along the lines concerning

Star Wars from pictures and forgotten books of the movies,

Passengers uploading to antiques as heat promoted their silence.

Sandbags got buried in a grey slush in elementary as my happy illusion

Stirred right next to a closet of umbrellas, my eyes wandering elsewhere,

Sunlight above the greater strokes of morning breezes

Where thoughts caved in like magic against the growing dust-bunnies.

A roaring green hill allowed for my Gameboy sessions in burning weather

As distancing myself from soul kept knocking on hillside-ideas

Particular for managing time, time away from me where I was not.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Shadow-Once-814560270

Poem- “A Path in Traffic”

“A Path in Traffic”

How is a shopper maximizing those extreme limits until prices get less?

Skin is perpetual where lotion melts along the hairs.

Ice for my drink relates to colorful vision.

Generalizations can arrest innocent victims into war and peace.

Discounts limit us from a void not understood- “Give me, give me, give me.”

Vegetable wonders can be spiritual and religious.

Industrialization has to do with collective subjects geared for exhibition.

A chain may be self-destructive if keys fit elsewhere.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/A-Path-in-Traffic-814476444

Videogame Review, Snafu for the Sears Intellivision (w/ Used Game and Console)

Videogame Review, Snafu for the Sears Intellivision (w/ Used Game and Console)

We’re not connecting the dots here.  Lines are being drawn in severance until they disappear with exception to one winner.  Limits are made 4-way or 8-way- the lines may go diagonal or can be geared for simple, cardinal directives.  Tributary streams of color- red, blue, yellow, and so on- add tension for environmental hazards in the works.  Mattel’s public offerings competed with Atari’s.  Distances between lines are factors to separated powers among the flowing colors which cross from one end to another in random, pinpoint locations in the grey box.  The grey box contains divisional lines that may be conflicting ideas of victory between human and computer for the Intellivision’s 16-bit hardware.  Victory should be a rare occurrence for the novice player- with ongoing interests in skill and result, he or she will display enough temper for dividing lines of color before the winner is raised and a clapping jingle plays.  Irregular revolutions of color get drawn over the daunting, vivid horizon of gameplay.  Players may compete with one another as language holds them in less-than-exact management of execution in linear contortions of direction across a mixed bag of shades flowing into the whole by one’s casual, and momentary, glance.  Leaving the other branches of color alone is ideal; for, there’s risk of disappearance or even humiliating defeat during such conflict for higher digits, practically badges of honor or symbols of loss.  Character doesn’t exist without limits.  Labyrinths are generally conflicting sides in relation to movements, tackles, and disappearing pixels.  Objects of contention involve fun for this Intellivision game because the program is divided for approaching lavenders and diminishing returns in short bursts of energy.  Atari and Mattel were competing in the “golden oldies” of video games for the late-70’s and early-80’s.  Is there such thing as beaten gold?  (Unpublished materials by Atari could’ve indicated their severance when hard times came knocking on the door in Sunnyvale.)  Vague focal points help create the illusion of fighting in Snafu.  Snafu is a network of rivaled communications- many lines are running in the grey box and only one winner may be received in the Intellivision’s computer manufacturing via TV.  Complete ownership isn’t reality at this point: lines divide, lines connect in erasure.  Narrow channels become extended with further turns and swiftness of action.  Opposite sides of color get canceled throughout certain game modes even if the Sears Intellivision leaves inserts and manual control for designs in focus within dramatic means.  Ancient limits of reasoning should apply to an extent but the Intellivision console requires workings of a modern age concerning 70’s and 80’s standards and, hopefully, the Intellivision Amico can display the futuristic greatness in power, life, and discipline geared for Snafu for these last 41 years.  

Poem- “The Milky Way”

“The Milky Way”

A painting got created with milk.

Then, it was eaten by a cow over some halo.

Soon butterflies were dripping from another tree.

Locusts took candy from one plate.

Death turned out beautiful.

Gentle rain covered the mountains of fire.

Three hundred leagues of bats ruined a probing seed.

Western pigs flew from a giant’s mouth.

Hundreds of clowns rode a narrow boat into the extensive manhole.

One man was stung by a can of vegetable juice.

Pretty waterfalls leaped from a bar.

Long over the ocean a rocky hand swam into more shells.

My TV was pouring in rain.

I rubbed soap on my arm close to the increasing moon in voyage.

Ancient monkeys called out to God.

Footprints left Double-A’s running when dreamed of.

Grass bloomed on the sun.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Milky-Way-814372003?ga_submit_new=10%3A1569328476