Happy Winter-een-mas to all fellow gamers all around the world…
Remember to do what you do best between january 25-th and january 31-st and please the gods of gaming!!!
A Winter-een-mas story…
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 light, they hovered in mid-air
Such breath-taking beauty, he could t 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, at bringing noobs to their knees.
And he couldn’t mistake, with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats 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 in the jewls.
Be it a surprise zergling rush, or skilled micro-management,
Thrgh the fog of war, he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and fallen, under his sole command,
There was just no disguising the real time strategy fan.
There was the spirit of the racing genre, looking ready to start,
With his goggles and racing gloves, and speed in his heart;
In a plane, or a boat, or just a fast automobile,
He’s always at home 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 an 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 and 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 spiritsflew off, for seven days of fun.
They took 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 exclaim…
A happy Winter-een-mas to all, and to all a good game!
with all credits to Tim Buckley and to Ctrl-Alt-Del! Happy Winter-een-mas y’all!
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