Nifield
12-23-2004, 02:49 PM
As always, for purposes of the poem, please pronounce KoT as "caught" and not "kay oh tee"
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through each game
The Knights of Terror were drunk, all fucked up on champaigne
Naer's stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nifieldas soon would cum there;
Zaelthus and Lith nestled all snug in their beds,
While Rikko and Chopsticks were chopping up heads;
And Vvash in his 'kerchief, and Horns in his cap,
Had just pl'd Stifferson, that jolly good chap,
When out in the barrens there arose such a clatter,
Akley sprang from his group, to see what was the matter!
Grande and Enwood, were there in a flash,
Oldirtay and Sicus, were lighting up hash.
The Alliance on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of PK to Incubus below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Treiton, and dozens of KoT's striking fear,
With spells flying everywhere, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment their asses we'd kick.
Slashing and Bashing, with swords drawn they came,
Nif whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bigfox! now, Grimfang! now, Crashed and Triryn!
On, Lostcause! on Axith! on, Gallu and Yurin!
Coldhearted and Hythul were up to the call!
Now smash away! crash away! slash away all!"
As Dzza unsheathed and let thunderclap fly,
Pets were let loose by Elesdi and Mordekai,
Levitucus and Haywire tossed every spell they knew,
And even newbies Sloburn, and Carston fought too.
And then, in an instance, It turned into a raid
As honour and loot were on our minds to be made.
As Redtalon and Atheris were turning around,
Duuma asked for buffs and came in with a bound.
They were dressed all in black, from their head to their foot,
And their clothes were all covered in blood and spell soot;
Forallah was stopped in his tracks for his name,
The GM called him Plasmagma and thats what he became.
Masen, Mabluk and Rhine were all merry!
And helped Krusher and Mygil with the loot they did carry!
Hardened and Viv looked on with a grin,
As Geldon and Kelso were rolling in sin;
Bonnin and John snuck around like a prowler,
While Ramses and Zhelevar's mouths couldnt get fouler;
Vrock spoke too with a cuss on his tongue,
And Kenade and Lobo spoke how they were hung.
Cheinsurgent, Nophadonh and Animaldude,
Had been KoT long enough, to pickup on /rude;
Botchulza wondered, when he would get a promotion,
While Guld, Nab, Ren and Spine, played camelot with devotion;
After rolling on loot and completing some quests,
We cleared out the instance and emptied the chests,
Headed for the bank, no Bob Mckenzie in sight,
No Straeven, or Playboy, this wasn't quite right;
And then in the air, i pointed out with a whistle,
Santa in his sleigh, flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO KOT, AND TO KOT A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Christmas guys, and happy holidays.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through each game
The Knights of Terror were drunk, all fucked up on champaigne
Naer's stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that St. Nifieldas soon would cum there;
Zaelthus and Lith nestled all snug in their beds,
While Rikko and Chopsticks were chopping up heads;
And Vvash in his 'kerchief, and Horns in his cap,
Had just pl'd Stifferson, that jolly good chap,
When out in the barrens there arose such a clatter,
Akley sprang from his group, to see what was the matter!
Grande and Enwood, were there in a flash,
Oldirtay and Sicus, were lighting up hash.
The Alliance on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of PK to Incubus below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Treiton, and dozens of KoT's striking fear,
With spells flying everywhere, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment their asses we'd kick.
Slashing and Bashing, with swords drawn they came,
Nif whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Bigfox! now, Grimfang! now, Crashed and Triryn!
On, Lostcause! on Axith! on, Gallu and Yurin!
Coldhearted and Hythul were up to the call!
Now smash away! crash away! slash away all!"
As Dzza unsheathed and let thunderclap fly,
Pets were let loose by Elesdi and Mordekai,
Levitucus and Haywire tossed every spell they knew,
And even newbies Sloburn, and Carston fought too.
And then, in an instance, It turned into a raid
As honour and loot were on our minds to be made.
As Redtalon and Atheris were turning around,
Duuma asked for buffs and came in with a bound.
They were dressed all in black, from their head to their foot,
And their clothes were all covered in blood and spell soot;
Forallah was stopped in his tracks for his name,
The GM called him Plasmagma and thats what he became.
Masen, Mabluk and Rhine were all merry!
And helped Krusher and Mygil with the loot they did carry!
Hardened and Viv looked on with a grin,
As Geldon and Kelso were rolling in sin;
Bonnin and John snuck around like a prowler,
While Ramses and Zhelevar's mouths couldnt get fouler;
Vrock spoke too with a cuss on his tongue,
And Kenade and Lobo spoke how they were hung.
Cheinsurgent, Nophadonh and Animaldude,
Had been KoT long enough, to pickup on /rude;
Botchulza wondered, when he would get a promotion,
While Guld, Nab, Ren and Spine, played camelot with devotion;
After rolling on loot and completing some quests,
We cleared out the instance and emptied the chests,
Headed for the bank, no Bob Mckenzie in sight,
No Straeven, or Playboy, this wasn't quite right;
And then in the air, i pointed out with a whistle,
Santa in his sleigh, flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO KOT, AND TO KOT A GOOD-NIGHT!"
Merry Christmas guys, and happy holidays.