I figured I'd post this again for old time's sake. I hope everyone is in the spirit of the season. HO HO HO!!
The Night Before Christmas - GLB2 Edition
By: DeeVee8 (originally posted Dec 24th 2015)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
not a creature was stirring, not even a sprite.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Sir Bortimus soon would be there.
The agents were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of play action danced in their heads.(We got it!)
And Cdog in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our gameplanning for a long winter's nap.
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the website I flew like a flash,
tore open the webpage that ate up my cash.
The Top Plays on the breast of the new-fallen update
gave the lustre of greatness to players below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Tdiddy yet again on a cruise with a beer.
With a little yellow balloon, so vibrant and school bus,
I knew in a moment it must be Sir Bortimus
More rapid than eagles, his cursers they came,
and he nerfed and buffed and called them by name:
"Now Rob! Now USC!
Now, AZ and Mysterio!
On, bhall! On, Tdiddy!
Boost every player you own!
To the top of the ladder!
To the top of the HOF!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry humor that before the Wild Turkey fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, someone's gonna die
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of flexies, and Sir Bortimus too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a day too late
the prancing and pawing of each little update.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the announcements Sir Bortimus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with lolz and wuts.
A bundle of changes he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler and the sim was his crack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, he should see a doctor, that's scary
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was stained from years of cheetos
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head, hey! Pass that cheif!
He had a broad face that you could tell was aging,
especially when he laughed, everytime we were raging
He was chubby and plump, maybe big boned?
I laughed when I saw him, probs cuz I was stoned.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know he might be undead
He spoke not a word, but put in his work,
and filled all the changelogs, while we called him a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
he told us where we can stick it with more words than those.
He sprang to his throne, to his team gave an whistle
And away they all flew like a nerf hammer, no chisel.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"I hope you all participate in our twitter contest tonight!"
Merry Christmas Everyone!
The Night Before Christmas - GLB2 Edition
By: DeeVee8 (originally posted Dec 24th 2015)
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the site
not a creature was stirring, not even a sprite.
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,
in hopes that Sir Bortimus soon would be there.
The agents were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of play action danced in their heads.(We got it!)
And Cdog in his 'kerchief, and I in my cap,
had just settled our gameplanning for a long winter's nap.
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the website I flew like a flash,
tore open the webpage that ate up my cash.
The Top Plays on the breast of the new-fallen update
gave the lustre of greatness to players below,
when, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
but Tdiddy yet again on a cruise with a beer.
With a little yellow balloon, so vibrant and school bus,
I knew in a moment it must be Sir Bortimus
More rapid than eagles, his cursers they came,
and he nerfed and buffed and called them by name:
"Now Rob! Now USC!
Now, AZ and Mysterio!
On, bhall! On, Tdiddy!
Boost every player you own!
To the top of the ladder!
To the top of the HOF!
Now dash away! Dash away!
Dash away all!"
As dry humor that before the Wild Turkey fly,
when they meet with an obstacle, someone's gonna die
so up to the house-top the coursers they flew,
with the sleigh full of flexies, and Sir Bortimus too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard a day too late
the prancing and pawing of each little update.
As I drew in my head and was turning around,
down the announcements Sir Bortimus came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
and his clothes were all tarnished with lolz and wuts.
A bundle of changes he had flung on his back,
and he looked like a peddler and the sim was his crack.
His eyes--how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, he should see a doctor, that's scary
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
and the beard on his chin was stained from years of cheetos
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
and the smoke it encircled his head, hey! Pass that cheif!
He had a broad face that you could tell was aging,
especially when he laughed, everytime we were raging
He was chubby and plump, maybe big boned?
I laughed when I saw him, probs cuz I was stoned.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
soon gave me to know he might be undead
He spoke not a word, but put in his work,
and filled all the changelogs, while we called him a jerk.
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
he told us where we can stick it with more words than those.
He sprang to his throne, to his team gave an whistle
And away they all flew like a nerf hammer, no chisel.
But I heard him exclaim, 'ere he drove out of sight,
"I hope you all participate in our twitter contest tonight!"
Merry Christmas Everyone!
Merry Christmas....hope all your games are good except for when you play us.
