Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Match the verse to the game

Rather than more maps, this quiz takes poems as the reference point for conflicts and conflict simulations (again mostly by GMT).  Match the verse to the game.  Just for fun, this time.

Poem 1:
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;

Poem 2:
I see the gaps cut by the enemy’s volleys, (quickly fill’d up, no delay;)
I breathe the suffocating smoke—then the flat clouds hover low, concealing all;

Poem 3:
Armies akin embattled, with the force
Of all the shaken earth bent on the fray;
And burst asunder, to the common guilt,
A kingdom's compact; eagle with eagle met,

Poem 4:
From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.

Poem 5:
Five minutes were given, short moments, no more,
For him to repent, for him to repent.
He prayed for his mother -- he asked not another, --
To Heaven he went, to Heaven he went.

Poem 6:
Shock waves slam the shell-shocked land
With smoke, debris, steel dust and sand
So thick it dims away the light
And mellows day to dusky night

Poem 7:
Lives were ending, futures pending,
Fate was casting dice.
Some would live, and some will die,
Karma, carved in ice.

Poem 8:
Extermination leads the van.
Deaths spares not female, child or man.

Game A:






Game B:






Game C:






Game D:






Game E:






Game F:






Game G:














Game H:





3 comments:

Daren said...

Crikey, I don't know *any* of these!

Conrad Kinch said...

Poem 1 would relate to game C I would imagine. I don't recognise any of the others.

9train said...

Good guess, Conrad! "An Irish Airman Foresees His Death" by Yeats who wrote it during WWI, thus the game is Bloody April, by GMT.

Poem 4 is Randall Jarrell's "Turret Ball Gunner".

"From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,
And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze.
Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,
I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
When I died they washed me out of the turret with a hose."

Grim stuff! It relates to game C.

I think your blog is excellent, BTW. I might start smoking a pipe.