'Twas the night before Christmas,
Posted: Sat Dec 03, 2016 1:14 pm'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the game.
Not a pixel was moving, not even a flame;
The stockings were hung by the hearthplace with care,
In hopes that Dev JC soon would be there;
Locked up in the basement, Marp snug in his bed,
While frames of animation danc'd in his head,
And Meow with her smile, and Dallane with his grin,
Had just settled the forums with a posting of win-
When outside of Providence there arose such a clatter,
But no one logged on to see what was the matter.
Away from the braziers not filled to the brim
Tore open the gates, unlocked with no spring.
Blood moon shone high upon the new fallen wall,
Gave the luster of death to the promising haul;
When, what to the wondering eyes of a deer,
Should come out of the rubble, but a vision of fear,
With a sword in his hand, and a mask on his face,
All recognised Darwoth had come to this place.
With a speed and a skill he assessed this homestead,
To workout what he wanted and who should be dead:
"Now! Silver, now! Store Packs, now! Great slotted clothes,
"Some! Feasting, More looting!” And more eloquent prose;
"To the center of the base! To the innermost wall!
"Now bash away! Bash away! Bash away all!"
As dry leaves that before were happy to stay,
Now flurry and move, as he passed on his way;
So onto the center the raider bashed through,
With a cart full of goodies—and happy ‘Woth too:
And then with a chuckle, he breaks the last wall,
No defences could stand in the way of his haul.
As he drew out his sword, left the cart on the ground,
Down the mine, Darwoth, came with a bound:
His slots were perfect, from his hat to his boots
And his pockets were filled with watches and loots;
Greek fire bottles clinked with glee on his back,
And he look'd like a demon as he opened his sack:
His eyes—how they twinkled! As he saw all the sheds,
His cheeks were like roses, as he noticed the beds;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Behind the mask on his face that was white as the snow;
The length of his sword he held tight in his hand,
It glinted and glimmered, looking quite grand.
He had a long cape, and a whip at his side,
To punish the newbies. He loved when they cried:
He was ruthless but fair, and cared not for your creed,
Only what silver to his bank you could feed;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his wrist
A spell had been cast that crept like a mist.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptied the sheds; then turn'd with a jerk,
And raising a finger in front of his head.
He flipped the newbs off as they slept in their bed’.
He sprung to his cart, to his watch gave a click,
And away they all clattered, to the next clueless prick:
With a smile and a wink all heard his merry bray:
“Happy Christmas to all, and learn how to play!
Not a pixel was moving, not even a flame;
The stockings were hung by the hearthplace with care,
In hopes that Dev JC soon would be there;
Locked up in the basement, Marp snug in his bed,
While frames of animation danc'd in his head,
And Meow with her smile, and Dallane with his grin,
Had just settled the forums with a posting of win-
When outside of Providence there arose such a clatter,
But no one logged on to see what was the matter.
Away from the braziers not filled to the brim
Tore open the gates, unlocked with no spring.
Blood moon shone high upon the new fallen wall,
Gave the luster of death to the promising haul;
When, what to the wondering eyes of a deer,
Should come out of the rubble, but a vision of fear,
With a sword in his hand, and a mask on his face,
All recognised Darwoth had come to this place.
With a speed and a skill he assessed this homestead,
To workout what he wanted and who should be dead:
"Now! Silver, now! Store Packs, now! Great slotted clothes,
"Some! Feasting, More looting!” And more eloquent prose;
"To the center of the base! To the innermost wall!
"Now bash away! Bash away! Bash away all!"
As dry leaves that before were happy to stay,
Now flurry and move, as he passed on his way;
So onto the center the raider bashed through,
With a cart full of goodies—and happy ‘Woth too:
And then with a chuckle, he breaks the last wall,
No defences could stand in the way of his haul.
As he drew out his sword, left the cart on the ground,
Down the mine, Darwoth, came with a bound:
His slots were perfect, from his hat to his boots
And his pockets were filled with watches and loots;
Greek fire bottles clinked with glee on his back,
And he look'd like a demon as he opened his sack:
His eyes—how they twinkled! As he saw all the sheds,
His cheeks were like roses, as he noticed the beds;
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
Behind the mask on his face that was white as the snow;
The length of his sword he held tight in his hand,
It glinted and glimmered, looking quite grand.
He had a long cape, and a whip at his side,
To punish the newbies. He loved when they cried:
He was ruthless but fair, and cared not for your creed,
Only what silver to his bank you could feed;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his wrist
A spell had been cast that crept like a mist.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And emptied the sheds; then turn'd with a jerk,
And raising a finger in front of his head.
He flipped the newbs off as they slept in their bed’.
He sprung to his cart, to his watch gave a click,
And away they all clattered, to the next clueless prick:
With a smile and a wink all heard his merry bray:
“Happy Christmas to all, and learn how to play!
awesome.
