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CTF-(2K4)AcidPipeXmas
(2K4) Acid Pipe Xmas
10-16
Yes
March 2004
With Apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even an optical mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a fresh clip of ammo soon would be there;
The Dead Cats were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of noobies danc'd in their heads, And Puma in his armor, and I in mine too, Went searching for a few extra cannisters of Goo
When out in the Pipe there arose such a clatter, We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter. Away to the Sniper’s Nest I flew like a flash, Broke out my Link Gun, and prepared to make hash;.
The moon on the surface of new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to the ramps below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature Bulldog and eight little cats so near,
With a little old driver, so gnarly and slack, I knew in a moment it must be St. Tack. More rapid than rockets his kittens they came, And he taunted, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Cronic, now! Sanecow, now! Benny, and Cray, "On! Scratch, on! Felix, on! Woof and Stray; "To the top of the Pipe! to the top of the hall! "Now dodge away! dodge away! dodge away all!"
As shattered gibs before the shock combo fly, When they meet with a projectile, mount to the sky; So up to the map-top the felines they flew, With the Bulldog full of ammo -- and St. Tack too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the flat The scratching and hissing of each little cat. As I drew in my weapon, and was spinning around, Down the chimney St. Tack came with a bound:
He was cover'd all in armor, from his head to his foot, And his fur was all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; A bundle of ammo packs was flung on his back, And he look'd like a junkie searching for crack:
His eyes -- how they glowed! his teeth how scary, His claws were like knives, his nose was so hairy; His droll little mouth was alight in a show. And the fur of his chin was as white as the snow;
The spun-up Minigun he held tight in his hands, And the smoke it emitted in broad swirling bands. He had a broad face, and a huge gut so sublime That shook when he laugh'd, like a vat full of slime:
He was chubby and plump, and a right jolly old cat, And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of all that; With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his trigger Up the chimney he burrowed just like a chigger.
He sprung to his Bulldog, to his team gave a taunt, And away they all flew, like ghosts on the haunt: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -- Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even an optical mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that a fresh clip of ammo soon would be there;
The Dead Cats were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of noobies danc'd in their heads, And Puma in his armor, and I in mine too, Went searching for a few extra cannisters of Goo
When out in the Pipe there arose such a clatter, We sprang from our seats to see what was the matter. Away to the Sniper’s Nest I flew like a flash, Broke out my Link Gun, and prepared to make hash;.
The moon on the surface of new fallen snow, Gave the lustre of mid-day to the ramps below; When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But a miniature Bulldog and eight little cats so near,
With a little old driver, so gnarly and slack, I knew in a moment it must be St. Tack. More rapid than rockets his kittens they came, And he taunted, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Cronic, now! Sanecow, now! Benny, and Cray, "On! Scratch, on! Felix, on! Woof and Stray; "To the top of the Pipe! to the top of the hall! "Now dodge away! dodge away! dodge away all!"
As shattered gibs before the shock combo fly, When they meet with a projectile, mount to the sky; So up to the map-top the felines they flew, With the Bulldog full of ammo -- and St. Tack too:
And then in a twinkling, I heard on the flat The scratching and hissing of each little cat. As I drew in my weapon, and was spinning around, Down the chimney St. Tack came with a bound:
He was cover'd all in armor, from his head to his foot, And his fur was all tarnish'd with ashes and soot; A bundle of ammo packs was flung on his back, And he look'd like a junkie searching for crack:
His eyes -- how they glowed! his teeth how scary, His claws were like knives, his nose was so hairy; His droll little mouth was alight in a show. And the fur of his chin was as white as the snow;
The spun-up Minigun he held tight in his hands, And the smoke it emitted in broad swirling bands. He had a broad face, and a huge gut so sublime That shook when he laugh'd, like a vat full of slime:
He was chubby and plump, and a right jolly old cat, And I laugh'd when I saw him in spite of all that; With a wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, And fill'd all the stockings; then turn'd with a jerk, And laying his finger aside of his trigger Up the chimney he burrowed just like a chigger.
He sprung to his Bulldog, to his team gave a taunt, And away they all flew, like ghosts on the haunt: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -- Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night.
Tech
Industrial
9.5 MB
CTF-(2K4)AcidPipeXmas.7z
38a8e6f69bc27538e7c84141c9f73737dc68e5b8
Packaged Files
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| CTF-(2K4)AcidPipeXmas.ut2 | 30.0 MB | db6e7ce1d78bff8102f2f72ac190d0a9a4fde5f4 | 2 |
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