Verily, a tale of Post Void must I tell,
A game of art and skill, that doth compel,
To race and shoot, in this hallucinogenic dream,
With speed, with skill, and but a stream.

Forsooth, the challenge it doth present,
With every death, thou art to lament,
For every end is but a new start,
And to the finish, thou must depart.

But fear not, for success is nigh,
With random power-ups, thou wilt defy,
The odds, the foes, and reach the end,
And with each victory, thou wilt befriend.

With visuals wild, a feast for the eyes,
And graphics bright, that doth disguise,
The path, the way, and make thou lose,
Thy bearings, lost, in this chaotic muse.

And yet, with Parsec, my brother hath aided,
And Post Void we did, 100% hath graded,
A score of triumph, with skill and art,
That shall forever, in our hearts.

So go forth, and play this game,
And let its wonders, not remain,
Unknown, undiscovered, unloved,
For Post Void, is a game, well-proved.