omega_ion Posted December 24, 2007 Posted December 24, 2007 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server, The newbies were being owned with great fervor; The intelligence was hung by the portal with great care, In hopes that St. Wess would soon be there; The TKAF were nestled all snug in their base, While visions of 2Fort danced in their heads; When Darren in the damp had just settled down for a camp, When out on the bridge there arose such a clatter, He focused his scope to see what was the matter; Away to the battlement he flew in a dash, He kept his focus and watched for a flash; When what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a red engineer and 8 speedy scouts; With a shiny wrench, so lively and such a mess, He knew in a moment that it was St. Wess! And he typed and he skyped and called them by name: "Now Vako! Now Cooper! Now moonlit and metatron! On Mubix! On Sparda! On Alli and Paul!" So so far they flew, And slew hordes of blue; As Darren drew his machete and turned around, Down the way came St. Wess with a bound; He was covered in grease, from his boot to his helmet, And his face carried a look that simply said move it; He was deathless and drunk, a hearty young man, And Darren laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself; A flash of the intelligence and a twist of his head, Soon gave Darren to know he had everything to dread; He spoke not a word and went right to his work, And swiped the intel and turned with a jerk; And upon laying his fingers on a keypad, Darren's base now held an enemy turret; St. Darren sprang through his portal, having given his team a shout, And in no time at all they simply were out; But then Darren's phone vibrated with a message from St. Wess out of sight: "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Quote
K1u Posted December 24, 2007 Posted December 24, 2007 'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server, The newbies were being owned with great fervor; The intelligence was hung by the portal with great care, In hopes that St. Wess would soon be there; The TKAF were nestled all snug in their base, While visions of 2Fort danced in their heads; When Darren in the damp had just settled down for a camp, When out on the bridge there arose such a clatter, He focused his scope to see what was the matter; Away to the battlement he flew in a dash, He kept his focus and watched for a flash; When what to his wondering eyes should appear, But a red engineer and 8 speedy scouts; With a shiny wrench, so lively and such a mess, He knew in a moment that it was St. Wess! And he typed and he skyped and called them by name: "Now Vako! Now Cooper! Now moonlit and metatron! On Mubix! On Sparda! On Alli and Paul!" So so far they flew, And slew hordes of blue; As Darren drew his machete and turned around, Down the way came St. Wess with a bound; He was covered in grease, from his boot to his helmet, And his face carried a look that simply said move it; He was deathless and drunk, a hearty young man, And Darren laughed when he saw him, in spite of himself; A flash of the intelligence and a twist of his head, Soon gave Darren to know he had everything to dread; He spoke not a word and went right to his work, And swiped the intel and turned with a jerk; And upon laying his fingers on a keypad, Darren's base now held an enemy turret; St. Darren sprang through his portal, having given his team a shout, And in no time at all they simply were out; But then Darren's phone vibrated with a message from St. Wess out of sight: "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!" Very nice! Haha! Add it to the Wiki, if you created this, then you have some talent my friend. Quote
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