My alarm, it rang, the crack of dawn,

Only 4 hours of sleep, but not even a yawn,

 

for that morning I was ready for the ARMS Test Punch,

an hourlong gameplay demo betwixt breakfast and lunch.

I’d missed the first demo, due to making home improvements

But the second? I was here, and ready for upper-body movements.

 

I started it up and pressed L and R,

“Gonna kick so much ass, it’ll end up on World Star.”

 

Things took a bad turn about ten minutes in,

I’d racked up some losses and barely one win.

“How long have these kids been playing?” I said aloud,

Remembering it was a beta, “I’ll keep trying,” I vowed.

 

Like Mike Tyson I raised up my fists of fury,

Picked Ninjara, my heart rate any doctor would worry.

 

The round started – “hey why’s this guy level 35?

Is it because I can’t make it to 35 seconds, alive?”

 

But no worry, I thought, next round will be better.

My attacks seemingly as effective as getting punched by a feather.

 

It was 3 versus 1, against a boss named Hedlock,

We all shared a victory, despite one out-knock. (yeah, that was me)

 

My fiancée concerned for my sweating was normal,

While I continued swinging my fists in ways most informal.

 

At long last the time struck for maintenance mode,

I questioned my decision to go down this road.

 

On the one hand it was cool and kind of a blast,

but I got pretty sick of everyone kicking my ass.

 

I’ll pass on this one when it hits the store,

it’s simply not my style, but definitely not a bore.

 

It’ll win lots of hearts with it’s style and charms,

And that, as they say, is my Farewell to ARMS!

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