<!--QuoteBegin--NinjaBurger+Dec 23 2002, 05:34 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (NinjaBurger @ Dec 23 2002, 05:34 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin--><!--QuoteBegin--KboT+Dec 23 2002, 02:26 PM--></span><table border='0' align='center' width='95%' cellpadding='3' cellspacing='1'><tr><td><b>QUOTE</b> (KboT @ Dec 23 2002, 02:26 PM)</td></tr><tr><td id='QUOTE'><!--QuoteEBegin-->haha now I wanna see one where the Marines kick butt <!--emo&;)--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/wink.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='wink.gif'><!--endemo--><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> That would be the one IN YOUR DREAMS, pitiful human!
<!--emo&::skulk::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/skulk.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='skulk.gif'><!--endemo--> <!--emo&::asrifle::--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/asrifle.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='asrifle.gif'><!--endemo--><!--QuoteEnd--></td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'><!--QuoteEEnd--> Because KboT asked for it back in Dec 23 2002, I tried this. Thanks to Henry Livingston 1808 and a little poetic licence.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout Forge Not a creature was stirring, not even a gorge; The turrets were strung by the entry with care, In hopes that St. Onos soon would be there;
The marines were settled all smug in their base, While shredded Kharaa danced in their face; And comm in her chair, and I in my jetpack, Had just settled down to give the hive a good whack,
When down the long corridor there arose such a clatter, The rines sprang from the base to see what was the matter. Away to the roof I flew like a flash, Tore open the pressure door and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen skulk Gave the lustre of mid-day to the onos's bulk, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature tank, with eight tiny spear,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be Sgt. Frick. More rapid than eagles his coursers they came, And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now! Basher, now! Lancer, now! Pricker, and Stickem! On! Crasher, on! Chancer, on! Dicker and Fixem! To the top of the ramp! to the drop of the floor! Now stab away! stab away! stab away all!"
As skulks did flee before the hmg fire, When they met with an onos, mounts their ire, So up to the obstacle the tank did drew, With the tank full of spears, and Sgt. Frick too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my breath, and was turning around, Down the corridor I spied Sgt. Nicholas was bound.
He was dressed in red H/A, from his head to his foot, And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot; A sack of grenades he had flung on his back, And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
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 stock of the grenade launcher he held tight was grand, And the smoke from it encircled his armoured hands; 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, in right jolly health, And I laughed 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 dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, He grenaded all areas; then turned with a jerk, He laid his finger aside of his nose, And giving a nod, up the pipes he rose;
He sprang to his dropship, 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, "Merry Christmas to all rines, and to all a good-night!"
'Twas the night before chirstmas, and all through the bulks not a creature was stirring, not even a skulk. The OCs were hidden in dark corners with care, In case the sneaky marines soon would draw near.
The marines were nestled all snug in their base, while dreams of the armory put a smile on their face. The comm in his commchair, and I on my guard, trying to see down those dark corriders is extremely hard.
Through the vents nearby came a dull patter, I drew closer to see what was the matter. Then suddenly a green cloud, my health it was dropping The lerk then burst through, it's wings were not stopping
I ran away, through the falling stram of meds, several of which fell right on my head. I said "thanks comm!" and whipped out my pistol, the lerk fell from the sky and I relievably whistled.
The gorge waddled slowly, his movement was loud He chuckled as an OC fell to the ground. He built it and moved on, no time to stop, Off hunting for nozzles so his res flow would not drop.
"Now hax0r! Now nameless! now NEWBIE and Player! On 13376uy! On c00ld00d! On Seph and on sl4y0r! To the top of the ramp! OMG do not fall! Get me RTs, there'll be weapons for all!"
The RTs they dropped, like a stone thrown to the sky, The 'rines ran into obstacles, the lerks they did fly Up over the marines, into vents they went through, while in base fell the shotguns, and some turrets too.
Then came a chuckle, I heard from the floor, The clicking and patter of each little paw. As I drew up my machine gun, and was turning around Down the corridor Mr. Onos came with a bound.
He gored and he stomped and he jumped and he ate, I felt for the marine who suffered that fate. I turned tail and ran, heading back to the base yelling "OMG ONOS!" avoiding skulks in my face.
The HAs they stomped, the jetpacks they flew I groaned as I thought "we're an ill-fated crew" Taking a leap of faith over the wall they had built slamming headfirst into a gorge, my mind at its hilt.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly kharaa and I smiled when I saw him, not going any farther. A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head, he chuckled as he spat, and I fell down dead.
I spawned from the IP, and went straight to work, grabbed a HA and welder, and shotgunned a lerk. Along blinked a fade, its claws it was tapping the marines yelled out "IT HOVARS WITHOUT FLAPPING!"
The battle raged on, both sides they did suffer But the server then lurched, and then crashed with a splutter. I cursed and reconnected, my anger was slight and exclaimed "GG all, and to all a good night!"
I had fun writing it, anyway <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
And it came to pass on a Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight Outside standing, lonely fade Cold and shivering in the night
On the station, every window Save but one, was gleaming bright And to this window walked the fade Peeking in saw, candle light
Through other windows he had looked at turkeys Ducks and geese, cherry pies But through this window saw a grey-haired lady Table bare and tears in her eyes
Into his pouch reached the fade Knowing well there was little there He took from his pouch, his own Christmas dinner A bit of cheese, some bread to share
His outstretched claws held the food and they trembled As the door, it opened wide Mind called he, [Would you share with me Christmas dinner] Gently said she, "Come inside"
The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table Glasses two and her last drop of wine Said she, "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas and especially, yours and mine"
And it came to pass on that Christmas evening While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that town, the happiest Christmas Was shared by candle light
Deck the walls with webs of folly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la 'Tis the season to be jolly Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Don't we now our cloaked apparel Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la. Will grief the rines when they travel Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the blazing turrets a'fore us. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike with spike and join the chorus. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Claw with me in merry measure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la While I tell of winning pleasure. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away the old game passes. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Hail the new team, lads and lasses Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Strike we quickly, all together. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la heedless of the hurt and leather. Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See how working as a team goes Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Look and see how well the game flows Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la Grab those resources with a big wide grin-in Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la That's the way to a real quick win-in Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
I was told the second last one of mine was wrong two posts up, that the fade would eat the old dear so I wrote an alternate one.
It came to pass on the Boxing morning While all the doors were shuttered tight A lonely fade, was seen standing Shaking with an internal fight
On the station, every window Save but one, was coated white In this window could be seen the fade Without no candle light
And it came to pass on that Boxing morning While all the doors were shuttered tight That in that station, the happiest Creature Was a fade by candle light
The grey-haired lady got quite tight The fade ate spare and did but sip the wine The fade did wait till failing light On the grey-haired lady did he dine
Dashing through the vent On a two-skulk open slay, Over the base we went, Chuckling all the way; Chomp on structures ring, making spirits bright, What fun it is to run and slay A slaying song tonight
Single shells, multiple shells, zingle all the way! O what fun it is to race In a two-skulk open slay
A day or two ago, I thought I'd take a walk, And soon Miss Fancy Bite Was by me on my stalk; The rine was lean and lank; Misfortune seemed his lot; His bowels let loose which made him stank, And we, we got quite upsot.
Single shells, multiple shells, zingle all the way! O what fun it is to race In a two-skulk open slay
A day or two ago, the story I must tell I went out on the snow And on my back I fell; A mimic went riding by In a one-onos open sleigh, He laughed as there I sprawling lie, But quickly drove away.
Single shells, multiple shells, zingle all the way! O what fun it is to race In a two-skulk open slay
Hey
Single shells, multiple shells, zingle all the way! O what fun it is to race In a two-skulk open slay
On the first day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: A lovely new tech tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Eleven phase gates phasing, Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Twelve upgraded marines, Eleven phase gates phasing, Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the first day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: A lovely new tech tree.
On the second day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the third day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Eleven phase gates phasing, Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my true comm sent to me: Twelve upgraded marines, Eleven phase gates phasing, Ten jetpacks a leaping Nine shotties shotting, Eight marines a marching, Seven sentry turrets swivelling, Six heavy armours, Five golden sieges, Four HMG gunners, Three welding rines, Two sensors live And a lovely new tech tree.
And then a lovely victor-ory. <!--QuoteEnd--> </td></tr></table><span class='postcolor'> <!--QuoteEEnd--> heh, nice.
I would have had the 5th day using something to do with pings, though.
ChocolateThe Team MascotJoin Date: 2006-10-31Member: 58123Members
Great job guys! Love the poems! Merry Kharaamas!
Heres something I thought of:
Dashing through the OC's On a one-gate open phase, Over the skulks we go, Welding all the way; Lerks on the hive-top spore, DC camps heal, Oh what fun it is to bite A JP rush tonight, oh
Xeno skulk, blinking fade, devouring all the way! O what fun it is to bile A one-gate open phase, oh
Turrent farms, HA rushes, medpacks all the way! O what fun it is to seige The last-remaining kharaa hive!
What do you all think? Happy Holidays! <img src="style_emoticons/<#EMO_DIR#>/smile-fix.gif" style="vertical-align:middle" emoid=":)" border="0" alt="smile-fix.gif" />
Chocolate that was pretty good haha lol. I have a song in my head atm which i made ages ago, but it kinda sucks lol if i can remember it all ill type it, I made the song with my old clan when we was all in ventrilo bored and we just made some song lol, brb gunna try and remember it.
Soul_RiderMod BeanJoin Date: 2004-06-19Member: 29388Members, Constellation, Squad Five Blue
Yeah, I know It's Threadromancy, but this topic is supposed to get stickied every year to celebrate christmas, so i thought I'd give it a little bump :D
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That would be the one IN YOUR DREAMS, pitiful human!
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Because KboT asked for it back in Dec 23 2002, I tried this. Thanks to Henry Livingston 1808 and a little poetic licence.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all throughout Forge
Not a creature was stirring, not even a gorge;
The turrets were strung by the entry with care,
In hopes that St. Onos soon would be there;
The marines were settled all smug in their base,
While shredded Kharaa danced in their face;
And comm in her chair, and I in my jetpack,
Had just settled down to give the hive a good whack,
When down the long corridor there arose such a clatter,
The rines sprang from the base to see what was the matter.
Away to the roof I flew like a flash,
Tore open the pressure door and threw up the sash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen skulk
Gave the lustre of mid-day to the onos's bulk,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature tank, with eight tiny spear,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Sgt. Frick.
More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now! Basher, now! Lancer, now! Pricker, and Stickem!
On! Crasher, on! Chancer, on! Dicker and Fixem!
To the top of the ramp! to the drop of the floor!
Now stab away! stab away! stab away all!"
As skulks did flee before the hmg fire,
When they met with an onos, mounts their ire,
So up to the obstacle the tank did drew,
With the tank full of spears, and Sgt. Frick too.
And then, in a twinkling, they heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.
As I drew in my breath, and was turning around,
Down the corridor I spied Sgt. Nicholas was bound.
He was dressed in red H/A, from his head to his foot,
And his armour was all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A sack of grenades he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
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 stock of the grenade launcher he held tight was grand,
And the smoke from it encircled his armoured hands;
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, in right jolly health,
And I laughed 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 dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He grenaded all areas; then turned with a jerk,
He laid his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the pipes he rose;
He sprang to his dropship, 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,
"Merry Christmas to all rines, and to all a good-night!"
I must say that is well written!
Good job bro. Let's see more here!
I'm dreaming of a green Kharaasmas
Just like the ones I used to know
Where all the corridors glisten
and Kharaa listen
For marine steps in the hall.
I'm dreaming of a green Kharaasmas
With every Marine that I bite
May your days be chompy and bright
And all your Kharaasmases be full of fight.
I'm dreaming of a green Kharaasmas
With every Marine that I bite
May your days be chompy and bright
And all your Kharaasmases be full of fight.
not a creature was stirring, not even a skulk.
The OCs were hidden in dark corners with care,
In case the sneaky marines soon would draw near.
The marines were nestled all snug in their base,
while dreams of the armory put a smile on their face.
The comm in his commchair, and I on my guard,
trying to see down those dark corriders is extremely hard.
Through the vents nearby came a dull patter,
I drew closer to see what was the matter.
Then suddenly a green cloud, my health it was dropping
The lerk then burst through, it's wings were not stopping
I ran away, through the falling stram of meds,
several of which fell right on my head.
I said "thanks comm!" and whipped out my pistol,
the lerk fell from the sky and I relievably whistled.
The gorge waddled slowly, his movement was loud
He chuckled as an OC fell to the ground.
He built it and moved on, no time to stop,
Off hunting for nozzles so his res flow would not drop.
"Now hax0r! Now nameless! now NEWBIE and Player!
On 13376uy! On c00ld00d! On Seph and on sl4y0r!
To the top of the ramp! OMG do not fall!
Get me RTs, there'll be weapons for all!"
The RTs they dropped, like a stone thrown to the sky,
The 'rines ran into obstacles, the lerks they did fly
Up over the marines, into vents they went through,
while in base fell the shotguns, and some turrets too.
Then came a chuckle, I heard from the floor,
The clicking and patter of each little paw.
As I drew up my machine gun, and was turning around
Down the corridor Mr. Onos came with a bound.
He gored and he stomped and he jumped and he ate,
I felt for the marine who suffered that fate.
I turned tail and ran, heading back to the base
yelling "OMG ONOS!" avoiding skulks in my face.
The HAs they stomped, the jetpacks they flew
I groaned as I thought "we're an ill-fated crew"
Taking a leap of faith over the wall they had built
slamming headfirst into a gorge, my mind at its hilt.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly kharaa
and I smiled when I saw him, not going any farther.
A wink of his eye, and a twist of his head,
he chuckled as he spat, and I fell down dead.
I spawned from the IP, and went straight to work,
grabbed a HA and welder, and shotgunned a lerk.
Along blinked a fade, its claws it was tapping
the marines yelled out "IT HOVARS WITHOUT FLAPPING!"
The battle raged on, both sides they did suffer
But the server then lurched, and then crashed with a splutter.
I cursed and reconnected, my anger was slight
and exclaimed "GG all, and to all a good night!"
I had fun writing it, anyway <!--emo&:D--><img src='http://www.unknownworlds.com/forums/html/emoticons/biggrin.gif' border='0' style='vertical-align:middle' alt='biggrin.gif'><!--endemo-->
And it came to pass on a Christmas evening
While all the doors were shuttered tight
Outside standing, lonely fade
Cold and shivering in the night
On the station, every window
Save but one, was gleaming bright
And to this window walked the fade
Peeking in saw, candle light
Through other windows he had looked at turkeys
Ducks and geese, cherry pies
But through this window saw a grey-haired lady
Table bare and tears in her eyes
Into his pouch reached the fade
Knowing well there was little there
He took from his pouch,
his own Christmas dinner
A bit of cheese, some bread to share
His outstretched claws
held the food and they trembled
As the door, it opened wide
Mind called he, [Would you share with me Christmas dinner]
Gently said she, "Come inside"
The grey-haired lady brought forth to the table
Glasses two and her last drop of wine
Said she, "Here's a toast to everyone's Christmas
and especially, yours and mine"
And it came to pass on that Christmas evening
While all the doors were shuttered tight
That in that town, the happiest Christmas
Was shared by candle light
Deck the walls with webs of folly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
'Tis the season to be jolly
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Don't we now our cloaked apparel
Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la.
Will grief the rines when they travel
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la.
See the blazing turrets a'fore us.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike with spike and join the chorus.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Claw with me in merry measure.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
While I tell of winning pleasure.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Fast away the old game passes.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Hail the new team, lads and lasses
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Strike we quickly, all together.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
heedless of the hurt and leather.
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
See how working as a team goes
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Look and see how well the game flows
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
Grab those resources with a big wide grin-in
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
That's the way to a real quick win-in
Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
It came to pass on the Boxing morning
While all the doors were shuttered tight
A lonely fade, was seen standing
Shaking with an internal fight
On the station, every window
Save but one, was coated white
In this window could be seen the fade
Without no candle light
And it came to pass on that Boxing morning
While all the doors were shuttered tight
That in that station, the happiest Creature
Was a fade by candle light
The grey-haired lady got quite tight
The fade ate spare and did but sip the wine
The fade did wait till failing light
On the grey-haired lady did he dine
Dashing through the vent
On a two-skulk open slay,
Over the base we went,
Chuckling all the way;
Chomp on structures ring,
making spirits bright,
What fun it is to run and slay
A slaying song tonight
Single shells, multiple shells,
zingle all the way!
O what fun it is to race
In a two-skulk open slay
A day or two ago,
I thought I'd take a walk,
And soon Miss Fancy Bite
Was by me on my stalk;
The rine was lean and lank;
Misfortune seemed his lot;
His bowels let loose which made him stank,
And we, we got quite upsot.
Single shells, multiple shells,
zingle all the way!
O what fun it is to race
In a two-skulk open slay
A day or two ago,
the story I must tell
I went out on the snow
And on my back I fell;
A mimic went riding by
In a one-onos open sleigh,
He laughed as there
I sprawling lie,
But quickly drove away.
Single shells, multiple shells,
zingle all the way!
O what fun it is to race
In a two-skulk open slay
Hey
Single shells, multiple shells,
zingle all the way!
O what fun it is to race
In a two-skulk open slay
On the first day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
A lovely new tech tree.
On the second day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the third day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Eleven phase gates phasing,
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Twelve upgraded marines,
Eleven phase gates phasing,
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
And then a lovely victor-ory.
On the first day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
A lovely new tech tree.
On the second day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the third day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fourth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the fifth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the sixth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the seventh day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eighth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the ninth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the tenth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the eleventh day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Eleven phase gates phasing,
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
On the twelfth day of Christmas
my true comm sent to me:
Twelve upgraded marines,
Eleven phase gates phasing,
Ten jetpacks a leaping
Nine shotties shotting,
Eight marines a marching,
Seven sentry turrets swivelling,
Six heavy armours,
Five golden sieges,
Four HMG gunners,
Three welding rines,
Two sensors live
And a lovely new tech tree.
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heh, nice.
I would have had the 5th day using something to do with pings, though.
Its my fav time of the year!
yes, I will be sure to send out a flurry of PM's next christmas time demanding it get re-sticked
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Heres something I thought of:
Dashing through the OC's
On a one-gate open phase,
Over the skulks we go,
Welding all the way;
Lerks on the hive-top spore,
DC camps heal,
Oh what fun it is to bite
A JP rush tonight, oh
Xeno skulk, blinking fade,
devouring all the way!
O what fun it is to bile
A one-gate open phase, oh
Turrent farms, HA rushes,
medpacks all the way!
O what fun it is to seige
The last-remaining kharaa hive!
What do you all think?
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I usually also repost it in the inevitable christmas OT forum post so don't feel bad about the threadromancy
It's still halloween. :-j