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  • For Posterity’s Sake/The Future

    Hi Guys, it is I, Cheeky Monkey HD.Com, here. Yes, you’re right, I’m still struggling to truly *encapsulate* the sights, sounds, and feelings associated with my withdrawal from the mobile gaming sphere.  But, alas, time and time are here, and neither wait for no man.  I progress. You may have noticed that my home page…

  • Post-Revelation Life Explored Via Poetry

    A day has now passedSince I made my revelationYet I still cannot shakeThis alarming sensation My secret is thus:Mobile gaming no more!The reasons it happenedRun deep to my core I wish to explainI yearn to bestow himYet the pain is too rawAnd I resort to this poem Like a miscreant doctorI’ve let down my patientsBut…

  • No Exaggeration: A Shocking Revelation

    Hi Guys, it is I, Cheeky Monkey HD.Com, here, and, yes, it’s true: I’m back again.  And this time…it’s personal. Just 6 days ago I previously blogged about my absence from blogging.  And now, just 6 days later, I am back to explain more about my absence from blogging via the medium of bloggery.  And…

  • CMHD.Com 50: The Commemorative Poem

    In an effort to mark my reaching of 50 videos on my YouTube channel in a special way, I, Cheeky Monkey HD.Com, have written the following poem to attempt to convey the emotions, thoughts and feelings of live streaming SimCity BuildIt.  Many thanks. I lift the device Swipe to unlock Launching SimCity BuildIt Let’s get…

  • An Attempt to Convey My Feelings on Mobile Gaming Through The Medium Of Poetry Which I Am Not Very Good At

    Minecraft, It sings to me With a voice that is constructed of honey-coloured bricks SimCity BuildIt, It bathes me With its administrative suds Mobile gaming, It is a sandwich Which I must always eat whole This is my life, This is my strife I rest Good night

  • This Situation Is Ridiculous and I Can Only Address It In Poetry Form

    When a mobile gamer Has no internet He/She can’t make no videos (YouTube)  And it’s this that I regret    For without the video The gamer is naught Their life without meaning Their existence fraught   So I long for the day That I return home To my fibre broadband No longer to moan