| "The Night Before Worlds Xms" |
T'was the night before Christmas, and all through Worlds, The whispers were flying, the rumours were hurled. The hosts were about, as the members let loose, Fingers hovering over buttons, ready to boot. The gammas were copied, in a half frenzied fit, Each wanting to capture the one to cause shit, The spirit of Christmas laid thick in the air, The promise of peace, a piece of ass to be fair.. When out from the yard there rose such a clatter, The hosts ported fast to witness the chatter. Away to the scene they flew like a flash, Some forgetting thier tags in thier curious dash. The scene they found was one to behold, A VIP, a pengy and a joint freshly rolled. *Puff puff pass* said the group to their hosts, All smiled, reached out, filling each glass for a toast. As if on cue, who should appear? Sir-Santa-G and his eight hosties-dear! He typed not a word, but went straight to his work, Checking the servers and booting some jerk. "Now KHZ! Now Draggy! now Nitro and Curious! Now Merlin, Now Kiss, Now Starlight and Mysterious! To the top of GZ, 'round meteor's rock, the roof of AH, Now boot away, boot away, boot away each!" So from world to world the hosties they flew, With a John Deer full of free VIP's, and thier boot buttons too. We heard them exclaim as they flew out of sight, Happy Christmas from Walla Walla, and to all a good night! Now in a perfect rhyme, this story would end here, Everyone smiling and spreading good cheer. But we are addicts who can't help ourselves, you see, And so we have the John Deer full of hosties, crash into a tree. Now luckily for them, this world is an illusion, No bruises, no cuts, not a single contusion. The free VIP's drift down like waves in a tide, Sir-Santa-G can't protest, we have him hog-tied! |
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