Nifield
12-24-2015, 05:31 PM
Twas the night before Christmas, and all through CoC,
Kots were opting out of war, and putting down the D.
Zaelthus hung his new childs stocking with care,
in hopes that st. Nifolas soon would be there.
The Gills were all nestled all snug in their beards,
while visions of Gongshow had started to get weird.
and Murmack in his kerchief, and Rahelio in his cap,
had just settled in for a quick midnight fap.
when out on CoC chat there arose such a clatter,
Orchrist sprung to his feet to see what was the matter!
away to the window Annin ran in a flash,
PJs trapdoor left wide open as he got up off Vvash.
Origin's moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
gave Lith a raging hardon and he was ready to go,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear?
but a miniature sleigh and eight horny reindeer!
with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Malhotra knew in a moment, it must be st. Nif.
more rapid than a cumshot his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Renesis, now Mordakane, now Rochaid and Queq!
on Bonnin, on Monte, Yzarc and Shinlu!
to the top of the porch, KoT graffiti the wall,
now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Richard Nixon had put all his toons to the shelf,
Fin laughed when Kha touched him that jolly old elf.
A wink of Oxll's brown eye and a throb of his knob,
He told Sith it was just like eating corn on the cob.
Braddoc and Celain were cheersing the night,
as Luscious and Sagris looked all around for a fight.
Doom starred at nude Krypts, as he cobbled new art,
as Loktofeit, and Impeccable, choked on Red's fart.
Cyndalus was chased by Triryn in a rage,
and now no one in KoT even plays Archeage.
Spineblade and Salvia still nowhere to be seen,
And Ashnod and Chopsticks are also has-beens.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
like a glob of Stiltskins cum flying in Jans eye,
so up to Yermatchs house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of Graves condoms, and Iliads lubricants too.
And then in a twinkling, i heard up on the roof,
Silent shadow and Enternum and Durzo aloof.
As Goraden got another beer, and Snitfit turned around
down the chimney St Nifolas, came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes still were tarnished from blood and spell soot
A bundle of Stuns' dildos he had flung over his back,
and he looked like a diddler, punching Guld in the sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled, Lubo winked at him so merry,
He threw Arakaim a lit spliff and to Torgrim the cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And he taunted Mad to suck him right there on the snow.
the stump of Laines pipe Kane held in his teeth,
And the foreskin encircled his tongue like a wreath.
Kassassin with Caldors manmeat fresh in his belly,
That shook like Nicholas' hand, covered in ky jelly.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled Dilly's asshole, then turned with a jerk
and laying his finger aside of his nose
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his guild gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to KoT, Join us in CoC for the night!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you, I hope 2016 brings us a PC game that can bring us together once again!
Kots were opting out of war, and putting down the D.
Zaelthus hung his new childs stocking with care,
in hopes that st. Nifolas soon would be there.
The Gills were all nestled all snug in their beards,
while visions of Gongshow had started to get weird.
and Murmack in his kerchief, and Rahelio in his cap,
had just settled in for a quick midnight fap.
when out on CoC chat there arose such a clatter,
Orchrist sprung to his feet to see what was the matter!
away to the window Annin ran in a flash,
PJs trapdoor left wide open as he got up off Vvash.
Origin's moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,
gave Lith a raging hardon and he was ready to go,
when what to my wondering eyes should appear?
but a miniature sleigh and eight horny reindeer!
with a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Malhotra knew in a moment, it must be st. Nif.
more rapid than a cumshot his coursers they came,
and he whistled and shouted and called them by name!
Now Renesis, now Mordakane, now Rochaid and Queq!
on Bonnin, on Monte, Yzarc and Shinlu!
to the top of the porch, KoT graffiti the wall,
now dash away, dash away, dash away all!
Richard Nixon had put all his toons to the shelf,
Fin laughed when Kha touched him that jolly old elf.
A wink of Oxll's brown eye and a throb of his knob,
He told Sith it was just like eating corn on the cob.
Braddoc and Celain were cheersing the night,
as Luscious and Sagris looked all around for a fight.
Doom starred at nude Krypts, as he cobbled new art,
as Loktofeit, and Impeccable, choked on Red's fart.
Cyndalus was chased by Triryn in a rage,
and now no one in KoT even plays Archeage.
Spineblade and Salvia still nowhere to be seen,
And Ashnod and Chopsticks are also has-beens.
As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
like a glob of Stiltskins cum flying in Jans eye,
so up to Yermatchs house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of Graves condoms, and Iliads lubricants too.
And then in a twinkling, i heard up on the roof,
Silent shadow and Enternum and Durzo aloof.
As Goraden got another beer, and Snitfit turned around
down the chimney St Nifolas, came with a bound.
He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes still were tarnished from blood and spell soot
A bundle of Stuns' dildos he had flung over his back,
and he looked like a diddler, punching Guld in the sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled, Lubo winked at him so merry,
He threw Arakaim a lit spliff and to Torgrim the cherry.
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
And he taunted Mad to suck him right there on the snow.
the stump of Laines pipe Kane held in his teeth,
And the foreskin encircled his tongue like a wreath.
Kassassin with Caldors manmeat fresh in his belly,
That shook like Nicholas' hand, covered in ky jelly.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
and filled Dilly's asshole, then turned with a jerk
and laying his finger aside of his nose
and giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.
He sprang to his sleigh, to his guild gave a whistle,
and away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But i heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
Happy Christmas to KoT, Join us in CoC for the night!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to all of you, I hope 2016 brings us a PC game that can bring us together once again!