Can a simulation of laser quest inspire poetry? Can it help you empathise with being in a difficult situation or war zone? Our school reporters tried it out.
Here is one poem:
Hot and sweaty ’twas the environment.
I clasped my gun to my chest, hoping not to be shot.
The atmosphere was buzzing. Red and blue lights hiding from danger.
Darkness: the game has began.
Ramps and hidden debris, fellow opponents hiding.
My head was racing and heart pumping as I ran through the misty atmosphere.
But yet I stood there with glee as I zapped at the red team.