The Winter-een-mas poem

~Ozy~

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    Don't ask me what I was on when I wrote this, I don't know myself. It's a joke, so... Yeah. Enjoy. Or not. Your choice. winter-een-mas is a week-long gamer's holiday, in case you're wondering.

    Once upon this Winter-een-mas dreary,
    I stalked about Blood Gulch, quite weary.
    My eye trace 'round the map, and there,
    My favored weapon! I grab it! Beware.
    Shotgun in hand and a glint in my eye,
    I hunt down another n00b and let fly.
    A babble of 1337speak comes onto my screen.
    Silent, I stalk into the teleporter, glowing green.
    A melee attack to the skull as they respawn.
    I check my clock, still six hours 'til dawn.

    And so, spirit of Winter-een mas fresh in my mind,
    I resign from the server, just to be kind.
    Normally, n00b-killing is fun.
    But they deserve a chance, so I turn tail and run.

    Welcome, Winter-een-mas, have fun here.
    May your spirit be in my gaming gear.
    For one holy week, you have shown
    That a sniper-*****? need not always pwn.
    That rocket-whores are not all bad
    And that gaming is not "just a fad."
    Welcome, Winter-een-mas, have fun here.
    May your spirit be in my gaming gear.
     
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