Spayce Geezus: Pacman at the Pizza Parlor

Spayce Geezus: Pacman at the Pizza Parlor
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On the move again, this interplanetary gypsy being is in search of my next digital experience. Where do I find myself? But in a mountain town, I astound waiting for a slice from a pie that is round. Meat fills, as the cheese thrills the taste buds making big spills. This table top flashes Blinky, Pinky, Inky and then Clyde. I’m certain it’s not the drugs inside but indeed a circle that kills, by eating, ghosts that are blue after ingesting the big yellow pill.

A stick rest between my legs, I’ve never felt power this way. One handed I grasp my tool and by inserting a coin into a slot; I think it took two. I choose to move and move as the display prior showed me these ghosts will consume. Haunting in their darkest gloom, ghosts filter into the space, the yellow circle, now, has no place. To hide from the spectra as an array chase, I take the yellow pill and eat their face. Now displaced they race to their box to regain their grace. The pixels are turning and running after my friend. If only I can eat the big yellow pill again. You can not hide, just wait patient to die the yellow circle spins and subsides; shrinking with a whomping dissipating cry.

High score is my goal I eat cherries, berries and oranges to increase the total. They found me again down the hall between the wall of blue. I got a pill now I can eat two. Chomp, the eyes float back to the ghostly box to reattach their ghoulish gleaming skirt. I wonder if these ghosts feel the pain of hurt. Up, down, left, and to the right, turn the corner switch direction out of fright. I must get the final pill; it’s almost night. They are closing shoppe and about to lock the sill. I used my last quarters and didn’t get the last big yellow pill. Game Over!

Until next time.