Anslo
The Aduro Protocol
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Posted - 2009.12.21 20:41:00 -
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So I saw this guys attempt at a "Night Before Christmas" thing...but not a single reply. So I tweaked it a bit to see what I could get, here it is!
Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the cluster
No pilot was stirring, or fighing with muster
The serverĘs were tended by the DevĘs with a care,
In hopes that St Hilmar soon would be there.
The capsuleers were nestled all snug in their ships,
Isk ladden dreams danced 'round their heads quick.
I float in Fasse, just careless and free
Naught but a book with me and a cup of warm tea
When out in the system there arose such a clatter,
I opened up local and exclaimed, "The hell's the matter?!"
Checking the comms and list of people
Searching for fools with fake epeens like steeples.
With scanner active and probes not aloft
I wondered what sucker I'd soon get to scoff.
When, what to my wondering signal should appear,
A mighty Titan so close with eight Revelations drawn near
With a little old driver, who seemed of Amarr,
I knew in a moment it must be St Hilmar.
More rapid than a Taranis his fleet they did came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!
"Now Fallout! now, Navigator! now, Wrangler and Abraxas!
On, Zymurgist! On, Big Dumb Object! on, on Capslock and Claw!
To the top of the Station! to the top of the gate!
Now dash! Dash! Dash away all!"
With hulk pilots stripping their roid fields with ease.
and suicide gankers taking loot in solar breeze.
Up to the station-top the dreads they did flew,
With the titan full of mods, and St Hilmar too.
And then, in a twinkling, I saw on the roof
The landing of dreads, guns shaped like great hoofs.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the docking ring St Hilmar came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were a mess, with carebear tears and soot.
A bundle of Mods he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a trader, with a wonderous red sack.
His eyes-how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow.
The stump of a Vitox pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a little round belly,
That shook when he laughed, like a bowlful of jelly!
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old Dev,
As I watched him walk past my pet fedo "Sev"
A flick of a switch and a new can of beer,
He plopped down his sack and stroked his great beard
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his task,
Dominion, and fixes and items so vast
And consulting his patch notes, he noded so fast
Out the docking ring he went, with a great jolly "Avast!"
He sprang to his Titan, to his team gave a whistle,
And away he warped to the nearest celestial
But I heard him exclaim, as he warped out of sight,
"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good-fight!"
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