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General FreeSpace => FreeSpace Discussion => Topic started by: Ryan on March 27, 2008, 08:23:11 am
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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through capella,
Not a jump node was stirring, not even polaris;
The Flak cannons were hung on the Collusus with care,
In hopes that no Shivans would bring beam cannons to bear;
The fighters were nestled all snug in their hangers,
While visions of bombing runs danced in their heads;
And Snipes in his ‘Erinyes and me in my perseus,
Had just settled down for a long winter Spat,
When out in space there arose such a batter,
I sprang from my hanger to see what was the matter,
Away to the deck I flew like a flash,
To open the Helios and watch the smash,
The Collosus on the breast of the new-made nodes,
Gave the luster of mid-battle to the hostiles below,
When, what to my wondering fighter should appear,
But a Ravana class destroyer, and eight tiny Maras,
With little old energy blasts, so lively and quick,
I knew in a second it must be Shivans,
More rapid then Myrmidons those Shivans they came,
And Command yelled, and screamed, and called us by wing,
“Incomming Jump signatures! Hostile configuration!”
“On Alpha! On beta! On gamma! On delta! On epsilon! On zeta!”
“Now fly away! Destroy all hostile targets!”
Meet with no obstacle, The fighters flew to the sky,
With a sleigh full of Cyclops, and Alpha one to.
And then, in a second, I heard on the shields,
The screeching and scratching of shivan lasers.
As I drew out my HL-7, and was turning about,
Down into weapons range the fighters came abound,
They were all painted black, from bow to stern,
With red spots for decoration, with lasers and missles.
A bundle of harpoons they had flung off there launchers,
Had twisted and turned and hit my back
There guns – how they twinkled! There lasers how merry!
There spikes were like roses, there spots like a cherry!
There cute little heads were drawn like a… head
As I fired my guns, there hull was white as snow,
The Cyclops hitting them biting them like teeth
The colossus shook, when they laughed there beam canons blasting,
The Ravana chubby and plumb,
And I laughed when it exploded, in spite of my self,
A wink of my HUD, and a nod of my head,
And a call from command, as I heard him exclaim:
"Area clear, All Pilots return to base!"
-Disclaimer: I do not own The song, The original can be found here: http://www.christmas-tree.com/stories/nightbeforechristmas.html
This is the result of 15+ hours of playing FS and HLP surfing.
Its not letting me delete this message. I posted it to the Art board and wont let me delete this
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:lol:
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Amusing. But... Fan Fiction and Art, anyone?
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Yeah, Fan fiction and art!
However, this would be more appropriate at Christmas, not Easter!
It is funny though!
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Rofl. That was somehow epic too...