There are those of us to whom all your base are belong. Those of us whose love for all things SHMUP is insurmountable but for the clawing beckon for sustenance and expulsion. Those of us, even, who might be sated by a hailstorm of rapid-fire alone.
We are the bullet eaters. We are like you in many ways. We are unlike you in that 1080p means little to us. We can be sustained by as little as 16 mighty bits, and even those bits can be split between two processors as long as one is dedicated to calculating hit-box geometry.
We walk among you. We slip through the crowds; our collision detection tight and our eyes peeled for a volley of hellfire. Though you do not suspect it, we are near. We look like you. We may even sound like you. How, then, might you know us?