KB+M vs Controller

In the land of the Shooters, where pixels would play,
Lived the PC folk proudly, with mice every day.
With keyboards a-clacking and screens all aglow,
They aimed with such sharpness, their foes didn’t know!


Then came the Controllians, with pads in their grip,
Thumbsticks a-twirling, they’d dodge and they’d zip.
With triggers to pull and with buttons to mash,
They danced through the battles, though sometimes they’d crash.


The PC folk boasted, “Our aim is the best!
With a flick of the wrist, we pass every test!
Our crosshairs are steady, our shots never stray,
We’ll frag you in seconds—now get out of our way!”


The Controllians chuckled, “Oh, you’re so precise,
But we’ve got the comfort, the couch feels so nice!
We lean and we tilt, we vibe with the flow,
Our auto-aim helps when the chaos will grow!”


The PC folk sneered with a click and a clack,
“Your aim’s like a wobble, your skills are so slack!
We’ve macros and keybinds, our setups supreme,
In Shooterville’s wars, we reign as the dream!”


But the Controllians grinned, “You’re fast, that’s for sure,
Yet we’ve got the heart, the joy, and the lure!
While you’re hunched at your desks, all sweaty and tense,
We’re chilling with friends—our fun is immense!”


One day in a match, the two sides collide,
A battle of Shooters, with pride on the line.
The PC folk darted, their headshots would sing,
Each click was a zing, like a bell’s perfect ring.


The Controllians rolled, their grenades flew with flair,
They flanked and they looped, catching foes unaware.
But soon it was clear, as the scoreboard would show,
The PC folk’s aim made their victory grow.


“We told you!” they cheered, with a smug little grin,
“Our mice and our keys mean we’ll always begin
To outshoot, outclick, and outplay in this game,
In Shooterville’s lore, we’ve earned all the fame!”


The Controllians sighed, but they nodded in peace,
“You’re better at first, we’ll give you that lease.
But give us some time, with our pads we’ll arise,
For fun’s what we chase—skill’s just a surprise!”


So in Shooterville’s land, where the frags never cease,
The PC folk strutted, their triumphs increased.
Yet the Controllians laughed, for they knew in their core,
It’s not just the wins, but the joy of the war!