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    A 2Fort Christmas

    by chusemann posted: 12/24/2007 10:08:00 PM

    Twas the night before Christmas

    Ann all through the house, just one creature was stirring, me and my mouse

     

    The sentry guns were arrayed in the basement with care

    In hopes that enemy scouts  soon would be there;

     

    The demomen were nestled all snug in their beds,

    While visions of explosions danced in their heads

     

    And a medic and me as a heavy

    Had just started out across the levy

    When out on the bridge there arose such a clatter,

    We leapt to the turrets to see what was the matter

     

    Away to the window I rose like the sun

    Tore open the shutters and spun up the mini-gun

     

    The moon on the breast of blood soaked battlefield

    Showed me exactly what was the deal

     

    When, what to my wondering eyes should appear

    But a scout and eight dudes in full gear

     

    The scout was nimble and quick

    I knew in a minute it was John (that dick)

     

    More rapid than eagles his coursers they came

    As he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name

     

    "Now Heavy, Now medic, now Soldier, and demoman"

    On Engineer,on sniper, on Pyro, On Spy"

     

    To the basement, to the top of the wall

    No Frag away, frag away, frag away all

     

    As dry leaves that before the wind hurricane fly,

    When they met with an obstacle, mount to the sky

     

    So up to the fort, the corsers they flew,

    With a boomstick full of fury, John did too

     

    And then in a twinkling, I heard on the rampart

    The prancing and pawing of each enemy

     

    As I drew my gun and was turning around

    Down the stairs John went with a bound

     

    He was dressed all in red, from his head to his foot

    His clothes were tarnished with blood and soot

     

    A small bat was strung across his back

    A cheap way to kill you, he's such a brat

     

    He looked like a blur, just starting to run

    He was hard to track with the end of my gun

     

    He had a broad face despite a small had

    That shook when the sentry guns filled him with lead

     

    He spoke not a work, but went straight back to work

    He tried to get my plans again, the little jerk

     

    Time after time he came and he died

    This was getting bored I decried

     

    Finally the match was ended, John was defeated

    No defense will do that and he barely competed

     

    But I heard him exclaim, ere he logged off the server

    "See you tomorrow night, you lame ass haxxor"

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