From cursed seed I swiftly rise, a spiral path to stolen skies. I pierce the clouds with greedy grace, To reach a giant’s hidden place. What am I, whose sudden bloom, led a boy to gold, and wealthy boon?

People run me in many configurations. You slay foes with diverse weaponry. Demon extermination; your motivation. This game's influence made history.

In the darkest black with a metal skin, I warned of an attack, One if by land, two if by sea A nation soon to be free

A simple shell of toughness built to last in rain and shine. From residential smoky vents to ancient castle spires. I now stand to break by hand or mark your garden line. Formation's cast to stand at last in raging furnace fires.

Fit for kings, two dimensional war. You can find me at the store. Soldiers in passing on front lines. This game really tests your mind