Evil Geniuses in a Nutshell

until christmas day.

2 days and 53 minutes until I leave for TIMMINS!!!!!

So here in honor of Christmas Day and gamers everywhere I have reproduced "A Winter-een-mas Story" which has been taken from Ctrl-Alt-Del Comic and is not written by me at all. Here ya go!

"A Winter-een-mas Story"
from Ctrl-Alt-Del (http://ctrlaltdel-online.com)

'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-ma 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 breathtaking beauty he could not 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 n00bs to their knees

And he couldn't mistake with his many bruises and scrapes
The one who beats his oppinents 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 to the jewels.

Be it a surprise zergling rush or skilled micro-management
Through the fog of war he saw the spirit that could handle it;
Empires had risen and had fallen under his sole command
There was just no disguising the real-time stratgy 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 bat or just a fast automobile
He's always at home when 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 but 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 spirits flew 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!

Sorry for any typos in there I was typing really fast.

So tonight I'm going to clean my room at last and see if I can't finish nicky's present. Then it's off to bed. I won't be around much for the next two days but I will check my e-mail Sunday morning at least (and I may be on after I get back from my grandparents... it depends how exhausted I am.)

So that's it for now. off to my labours!

*huggles to Andy*

Laterz all