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A poem for Bungie and all the Halo 3-ers out there...Merry Christmas!
Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house,
Not a noobie was stirring, not even the one I nayscoped yesterday,
The bodies lay still, by the big lift with care,
Awaiting the red team, who soon would be there,
The mongooses were nestled, all snug in their place,
And Chief with his BR, was camped in disgrace,
When up from the seawall, arose such a clatter,
I grabbed me some camo, to go splatter some matter,
Up through the man cannon, I shot with a flash,
Which soon would burn the flesh off of my face in mid-air,
The turret was screaming, the spankr so loud,
My camo was gone, my pink armor...so proud,
The needler was misting, by rocket hallway with ease,
I felt the sensation, of pink pain on the breeze,
With little reguard for the noobs at my feet,
I gave em the business, as they fell in defeat,
"Sit down, boomshakalaka, you're mom, you're dead,"
All came through the speakers, as I shottied their heads,
Then as it grew near, to the overkill you see,
Newb021321921 assassinated me,
I respawned again, with rifle in hand,
And leapt for the warthog, and honked in demand,
Perfection so close, killtacular's galore,
I teabagged some guy, and ran to blast doors,
Sniper in hand, magnum on side,
I nayscoped and nayscoped and nayscoped their pride,
Then as I danced, as a spartan possessed,
A brute shot came past, then exploded my chest,
As I lay dead, above me I see,
The red team around, all teabagging me,
Respawning too slow, the war is now done,
I sat in the postgame, to have me some fun,
Then backing out, in graceful scorn,
My insults had turned, to bowls of creamed corn,
So what can we learn, from the tales that I bear,
To teabag and scream, "Welcome to my fileshare!!"
Merry Christmas Bungie!
Poem by Reklaw JB
[Edited on 12.21.2007 8:48 AM PST]