OneManArmy Windows game

One day, little Rodrigo was lying on his bed,
out of his shirt, there was his tummy,
it was growing fat 'cus of the french bread,
he is surely turning chubby.

After minutes of scrolling he saw a mail
"Oh shit! A Ludum Dare jam!" said after looking his phone
I think it's a good time to make a game,
thank God it begins just when I get home.

He gets ready for the event one day before,
Grabs-n-picks two bottles--four liters of Coke,
he pays and gets out of the store,
"Man, this is so much, I'm surely going to choke!"

He goes on his way, exhausted, for all he had to carry,
a computer, books, clothes and bottles of Coke,
he took the bus and walked through a forest that was scary,
"It's creepy, really! I'm doing this at nine PM! This is not a joke..."

...Well, actually it's because he's a pussy,
but when he crosses that road he gets pride:
he does fourty minutes of bus and thirty of bus, not that cushy.
After walking with his stuff he finally gets to arrive.

He puts evertything in order to get ready and takes a photo 'cus he's a wench,
finds out that the jam begins at three AM for him,
"Gee, that's what I get for trying to be french,
well, I should begin with energy so I should go to sleep".

Nevermind because he had a dinner that he had to attend,
"Crap, something always turns up when I have to jam!"
He goes and always looked to his watch, until the end.
"Fuck... I need to sleep because of how tired I am..."

The moment finally comes but he still sleeps like a champ,
it's past three AM, but he is still tuck
eventually, from nowhere, on his leg, he gets a cramp
"Aaaaaghhh! What the hell?! It hurts! Fuck!"

After crying like a bitch, he manages to climb,
he reaches his watch that was on his right,
"It's already six AM! Look at the time!
So he just runs to his computer and logs to the site.

"You Only Get One..."
The jam theme was finally announed, as it said one sign.
"Wow, you guys really chose stupid shit for a jam"
He had to hurry to think for a game to design.

He takes a shower, washes his hair and dick.
"What am I supossed to do?"
He tought something really bad, really,
and he tought something further as he drew.

"You only get one.... soldier?"
Even he knew that the idea was crappy.
He began the project and saved it on a folder.
It was bad, but didn't matter 'cus it made him happy.

Cokes down,
codes up,
he used new tricks that he learned by playing around,
worked nonstop until he finished his cup.

One day goes,
the other one is on, stressed as fuck,
he wore the same clothes,
I think they even had muck.

After testing his game, without knowing why, it crashes,
"No, no, NO! What the hell?!
All I've made is going to be trashed!"
The faggot was so mad that he began to yell.

After toying around he fixes it on a whack,
"I don't even know how"
It's okay now, but he almost had a heart attack.
"I feel like the best coder right now"

After a while more he finishes,
"I can't feel my brain...."
He has to take a shower 'cus he smells like the fishes.
"It was a pain, but good as hell! I'll do this again"

Eeeh, eh.... ENOUGH GAY RHYMES, PLEASE, AND LET'S

TALK ABOUT THE DAMN GAME ALREADY. CAN WE?

My work place, btw...