I appear in a bet, but I am not a guarantee. You might see me in the yard.

released in nineteen-ninety, I was too expensive for most to procure. cartridges then cd, neither made it past obscure. arcade or home console, while Japanese in origin, my roots are all Greek.

I was Born in a factory, Close to a funnel. Water travels through me vertically, as if I’m a tunnel. I guess you could describe me as a tall circle. And I come in all colors. Yes, even purple.

I flow through rivers and wires alike, I’m the now, the trend, the news you like. I move unseen but power your day, what am I that’s always on its way?

Stack five of me I’m still not tall With five of me you’d never fall Five friends live at the end of my street A useful lump of human meat.