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Edited by TJs at 2015-12-22 02:34
The night before Heymas...
'Twas the night before Heymas, when all through the servers
Not a creature was stirring, not even a clones;
The wheels were hung by the events with care,
In hopes that St. Nichoshell soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their servers;
While visions of C.Wenji danced in their heads;
And GMs in her 'kerchief, and I in my iPad,
Had just settled our brains for a long merger's snap,
When out on the lawn there arose such a chatter,
I sprang from my pad to see what was the matter.
Away to the game I flew like a flash,
Login to the server and threw up the bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-risen Wenji,
Gave a lustre of midday to players bestow,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a banners and wheels and eight tiny chests,
With a little old master so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Shell.
More rapid than eagles his events they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Wenji! now, Zhenji! now X.Qiao and Da Qiao!
On, S.Quan! on, Liu Bei! on, Cao Cao and Lu Xun!
To the top of the arena! to the top of the game!
Now charge away! charge away! recharge away all!"
As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the high;
So up to the screentop the coursers they go
With the wheel full of heroes, and St. Nichoshell too—
And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the speaker
The prancing and pawing of each little recharge.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the servers St. Nichoshell came with a bound.
He was stern and hushed, a right stiff old grinch,
And I cried when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to keep;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the events; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the mergers he rose;
He sprang to his controller, to his team 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 Heymas to all, and to all shall be recharge!”
Have a safe COTK Christmas folks... don't spend too much on your recharge 'tis season...
Kirin - S42
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