Hi folks, this was posted before the forum wipe.

 

'Twas the night before SWTOR

 

apologies to Moore/Livingston and Stephen King

 

’Twas the night before SWTOR, when all thro’ the house

Not a gadget was stirring, not even a mouse;

The cables were coiled by the socket with care,

In hopes that the download patch soon would be there;

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While flashpoints (or instances) danc’d in their heads,

And Mama in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap —

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed like a Corellian freighter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the warmth of Nar Shaddaa to objects below;

When, as my eyes seemed to see, by all accounts,

A gigantic skiff pulled by eight epic mounts!

 

With a Kowakian driver, salacious and crumbly

I fell on my knees and then thanked Jabba humbly

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and roared all the same:

 

“Hi chuba da naga? Kee chai chai cun kuta?

Coo ya maya stupa, cheespa bo coopa!

Jeeska da sookee koopa moe nanya

Wonkee chee sa cripo con Anderson Coopa?”

 

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With a download of patchworks and Main Assets too!

 

And then in a twinkling, I heard near my loot

The rustlin’ and scrabblin’, so faint, of a boot

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

From the shadows the Gunslinger came with abound:

 

He was dress’d like a cowboy from his head to his foot,

Though the medium armor plating did make me think: w00t!

A bundle of gizmos was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a slicer just opening a pack

 

His eyes were bombardiers’, his cheeks they were grizzled

He magicked my PC to life and it sizzled

His thin bloodless lips were drawn taut like a bowstring

And two fingers from his right hand – they were missing

 

He clacked on my keyboard and gritted his teeth

Dark brooding encircled his head like a wreath

When soft, from the outside, I heard some faint clashes

The night puked a rainbow of lightsabre flashes

 

The skiff was in danger, green and blue blades they attacked with

Those darned Jedi scum! ... or were they Sith?

A pointy-eared Guardian got fried, that poor elf

And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;

 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Darth Malgus force-told me I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And stabbed an attacker, then turn’d with a jerk,

 

The Dark Lord would even defy the game gods

Just so that I can have my sweet UI mods!

The slicing succeeded, victory I could see

(And a valiant Imp got an arrow to the knee)

 

They sprung to the skiff, to the mounts gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

One lone voice exclaimed, ere to hyperspace they flew

“Re’turcye mhi, and MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!”

 

* * * * *

 

'Twas the Night before SWTOR

 

Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came

Edited December 17, 2011 by kampongchicken

ARen't you the guy that did the Xmas carol acouple of years ago? Something about the HK-47, and the Wookiee in the Shadowlands in KOTOR. lol I swear that was you.

Hi folks, this was posted before the forum wipe.

 

'Twas the night before SWTOR

 

apologies to Moore/Livingston and Stephen King

 

’Twas the night before SWTOR, when all thro’ the house

Not a gadget was stirring, not even a mouse;

The cables were coiled by the socket with care,

In hopes that the download patch soon would be there;

 

The children were nestled all snug in their beds,

While flashpoints (or instances) danc’d in their heads,

And Mama in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap —

 

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from the bed like a Corellian freighter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.

 

The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow,

Gave the warmth of Nar Shaddaa to objects below;

When, as my eyes seemed to see, by all accounts,

A gigantic skiff pulled by eight epic mounts!

 

With a Kowakian driver, salacious and crumbly

I fell on my knees and then thanked Jabba humbly

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and roared all the same:

 

“Hi chuba da naga? Kee chai chai cun kuta?

Coo ya maya stupa, cheespa bo coopa!

Jeeska da sookee koopa moe nanya

Wonkee chee sa cripo con Anderson Coopa?”

 

As dry leaves before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew,

With a download of patchworks and Main Assets too!

 

And then in a twinkling, I heard near my loot

The rustlin’ and scrabblin’, so faint, of a boot

As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

From the shadows the Gunslinger came with abound:

 

He was dress’d like a cowboy from his head to his foot,

Though the medium armor plating did make me think: w00t!

A bundle of gizmos was flung on his back,

And he look’d like a slicer just opening a pack

 

His eyes were bombardiers’, his cheeks they were grizzled

He magicked my PC to life and it sizzled

His thin bloodless lips were drawn taut like a bowstring

And two fingers from his right hand – they were missing

 

He clacked on my keyboard and gritted his teeth

Dark brooding encircled his head like a wreath

When soft, from the outside, I heard some faint clashes

The night puked a rainbow of lightsabre flashes

 

The skiff was in danger, green and blue blades they attacked with

Those darned Jedi scum! ... or were they Sith?

A pointy-eared Guardian got fried, that poor elf

And I laugh’d when I saw him in spite of myself;

 

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Darth Malgus force-told me I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And stabbed an attacker, then turn’d with a jerk,

 

The Dark Lord would even defy the game gods

Just so that I can have my sweet UI mods!

The slicing succeeded, victory I could see

(And a valiant Imp got an arrow to the knee)

 

They sprung to the skiff, to the mounts gave a whistle,

And away they all flew, like the down of a thistle:

One lone voice exclaimed, ere to hyperspace they flew

“Re’turcye mhi, and MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU!”

 

* * * * *

 

'Twas the Night before SWTOR

 

Childe Revan to the Dark Jedi Came

awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

ARen't you the guy that did the Xmas carol acouple of years ago? Something about the HK-47, and the Wookiee in the Shadowlands in KOTOR. lol I swear that was you.

 

Nope. Do you have a link, though? I WANNA SEE

I love you.

 

There is no more to be said on this matter.

 

Good day, sir.

I love you.

 

There is no more to be said on this matter.

 

Good day, sir.

 

'Twas the day before Valentine's and all through my heart ...

'Twas the day before Valentine's and all through my heart ...

 

ahahah. <3

ahahah. <3

 

... Her silence did echo and I, for my part

Had nought wise to say despite all of my art

My brain thought no comeback, not even a fart

 

And now in the morning - it is, in my timezone -

"ah, ah, ah" and a heart-shape on the forum arrive

So now I must back up deep into the friendzone

Lurkin' and poemin' and stayin' alive

... Her silence did echo and I, for my part

Had nought wise to say despite all of my art

My brain thought no comeback, not even a fart

 

And now in the morning - it is, in my timezone -

"ah, ah, ah" and a heart-shape on the forum arrive

So now I must back up deep into the friendzone

Lurkin' and poemin' and stayin' alive

 

I think I might just love you after all this.

I think I might just love you after all this.

 

I think I'll ignore you in ignorant bliss :'(