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HAPPY WINTEREENMAS!
For those that don't know, it's a holiday for gamers.
The founder made it up on a comic-board and people are actually celebrating it.
Now here's a poem written by the founder of Winter-een-mas:
Twas the night before Winter-een-mas, in one darkened arcade,
From the back, came the glow, of a game being played;
The power-ups were mighty, the top score was near,
The gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here.
As gamers ‘round the world waited with anticipation,
Huddled in groups by their favorite game station;
The lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright,
Beat the high score, at the stroke of midnight.
Then from the other machines, there arose such a noise,
The gamer startled and spun, clutching his coins;
As the dark arcade lit up, the gamer swallowed his fear
And watched as the spirits of Winter-een-mas began to appear!
Surrounded by the light, they hovered in mid-air,
Such breathtaking beauty, he could not help but stare;
He knew them of course, all gamers did
And one by one, recognition set in.
The spirit of action and adventure, the platformer great
A hero by name, and an alpha by fate;
With a whip or a gun, or whatever may be,
Nothing stands in his way, with a princess in need.
Along side him he saw, a rather peculiar lad
Quiet by nature, with a desire to frag;
First person shooters are his field, his sole expertise
And no one is better, bring noobs to their knees.
And he couldn’t mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes,
The one who beat his opponents into interesting shapes;
It’s the spirit of fighting games, and that’s the reason he drools,
Too many blows to the head, and kicks to the jewels.
Be it a surprise zergling rush, or a skilled micro-management,
Through the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and had fallen, under his sole command,
There was no disguising the real-time strategy fan.
There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With giggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plan, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He’s always at home when behind some sort of wheel.
And as everyone does, when the vixen of roleplay he saw,
The arcade gamer had to kneel down, to pick up his jaw;
With her mana and hit points, and ten-sided die,
Many fall under her RPG spell, and never know why.
And last but not least, the patron of sports games,
Ailed by old football injury, or that’s what he claims;
Yard by yard, and inning by inning, year after year,
They say he loves winning… almost as much as beer.
They spoke not a word, but went straight to their labors,
Moving quickly and quietly, without waking the neighbors;
They spread Winter-een-mas joy, and when they were done,
These spirits flew off, for seven days of fun.
They rook to the sky, with a whole world to travel,
And gaming spirit to celebrate, to reach the last level;
But as they departed, the lone gamer heard them explaim…
A Happy Winter-een-mas to all, and to all a good game!
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Gave 5$ to bg and all I could think of was this lousy title.
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It's sooo veiny
Sweaty Dick Punching Enthusiast
Festivus > Wintereenmas
Real Talk, etc.
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