Re: [Epic] 40k christmas

From: Brett Hollindale <agro_at_...>
Date: Sat, 20 Dec 1997 00:49:48 +0100 (MET)

At 05:11 PM 18/12/97 -0500, the Shadow Inquisitor wrote:
>
> Here's a little christmas poem I got from a email
>
> The Night Before 986996.M41
>
> 'Twas the night before 986996.M41, and all through the station
> All was clear, there was no abomination.
>
> My helmet was set on the desk to my right,
> On the chance that I was to need it this night.
>
> The Guardsmen were ensconced, asleep in their beds,
> All the tanks too were safe, secure in the sheds.
>
> Marines in the barracks, some manning the wall,
> Assured me that this bastion never would fall.
>
> When out in the yard there arose such discord
> I grabbed up my bolter and unsheathed my sword.
>
> Away to the window, I ran to take aim
> As the Marines around me all did the same.
>
> My bionic eye turned the night into day
> Allowed me to see, and to seek out my pray.
>
> When what did my loyalist ocular show
> But an ancient conveyance, knee-deep in the snow.
>
> The vehicle was pulled by horned quadrupeds
> And a fiery red nimbus glowed from the sled.
>
> The driver was mighty, his eyes full of scorn,
> Dressed all in crimson like a servant of Khorne.
>
> I gestured for others to shoot without pause,
> For I was now certain this was Santa Claus.
>
> "Fire Marines! Fire Guardsmen! Fire Ogryn and Ratlings!
> Fire bolters! Fire lasguns! Fire mortars and gatlings!"
>
> "You in the courtyard and you men on the walls!
> Now blast away! Blast away! Blast away all!"
>
> But all through this maelstrom the evil one flew,
> Past plasma and bolt shells and krak that we threw!
>
> And then, in my horror, I heard on the roof
> The decadent cavorting of each vile hoof.
>
> Screaming my orders, I spun quickly around,
> As down the chimney shaft it came with a bound.
>
> I saw its eyes glow, its vast stomach gurgle,
> Bloated and fat, like a deamon of Nurgle.
>
> Blinded by anger, I attacked with a scream -
> Charged into battle with my brave space marines.
>
> As we thundered towards him, closing the rift,
> He reached in his satchel and pulled out a gift.
>
> Then it tossed the vile boxes - I fell in a stoop,
> As they arced through the air at me and my troops.
>
> The wrapped missiles fell short, and plopped at our feet,
> Our morale was quite strong, we did not retreat.
>
> But the marines paused - our charge was disrupted,
> They picked up the gifts and were quickly corrupted.
>
> For each box contained a chaotic present -
> The marines (damn their souls), found them quite pleasant.
>
> A bolter, a flamer, a new power fist,
> The Claus gave to all, and he checked off a list.
>
> It moved through the station and left in its wake,
> The sound of bright laughter and the stench of fruitcake.
>
> The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal,
> For it gave to me only a small pile of coal.
>
> The station was lost, I could only instruct
> The base computer to arm the self-destruct.
>
> I failed to kill him, for I saw as I fled
> The target escaping, quite safe in his sled.
>
> I heard it cry out as the base burst into light,
> "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"
>
> Signed
> Peter the Shadow Inquisitor
>



Excellent!

I love it!

Agro

(and I couldn't bring myself to snip it - sorry...)
Received on Fri Dec 19 1997 - 23:49:48 UTC