Twas' the night before League...
Twas the night before League, when all through the site
Not a member was stirring, not even @Cyclonite.
The servers were updated by the admin with care,
In hopes that his minions soon would be there.
The defenders were nestled all snug in their Red,
While visions of Hoodoo danced in their heads.
And Prime with his stickies, and I with my strange gun,
Had just settled in for a long Dustbowl run.
When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
I refreshed the page to see what was the matter.
Away to the console I flew like a flash,
Tore open the code and called up the Stats Dash.
"Now @Marshmellow! now, @Butters! now, @_k and @Massalinie!
On, @Karma! On, @Signal! On, @FettBacon and @GnomeQueen!
To the top of the hill! to the top of the wall!
Now uber her! Uber him! Ubers for all!"
And then, in the distance, I heard as I run
The whirring and turning of @RyanFodder's minigun.
As @pigflipper drew his bow, and was turning 'round,
Down @pragtastic's bullet came with a pound.
@BobbyDigi was dressed all in hats, from head to toe,
And his taunts were the finest, 'twas quite the show.
A bundle of rare weapons he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler, proudly showing his sack.
Blue spoke not a word, but went straight to their work,
And captured the first point, then turned with a jerk.
And spying a turret surrounded by foes,
Went all-Pyro, shooting naught but rainbows!
@oni_dels raised his beer, and @Ilriyas his liquor,
while @Jokke and @Tushon prayed to spawn quicker.
And @Strikes and @Farge and @Requit were runnin',
As @trooster89 quietly asked... "Are you from London?"
A fucking masterpiece
10/10 Would read again
I'll just sit over here, alone. Not in a poem. By myself. It's ok. sniff
UPSLynx rhymes with.... stinks?
This teaches the man to not put extra characters/syllables in their username. I nearly edited trooster's name before putting him in.
and two in the pink...
...Y'know what? Maybe this all worked out for the better.
Yes yes yes "On" @Karma
You were probably kicked from the poem due to inactivity.
That's what I was gonna say - I'm disappointed there wasn't even a mention of cooking dinner.
Yeah, or people that only play at EPIC.
I don't have a job... so I get to play! I can't wait to toss jars of pee on people!
As @RyanFodder's gun slowly spins down, he notices no one is left around.
All dead from Natasha, he thanks all the blue... And let's not forget his surgeon, the one that goes by the name "Q"!
And then @Linc wondered
"wasn't @cola here too?"
As the Spy raises his dagger
"I'm right behind you"