‘Twas the Night Before Christmas 2014 Edition
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Twas the Night Before Christmas 2014 Edition
By: MTK
In hopes that graded winner glory soon would be there. The sim addicts, chat bots and lurkers all nestled snug in their beds,
While degenerates Given, Cadet, and random aussies ploted hot racing ahead;
The stakes were high at least twenty five dollars no less
Winning horses claim street cred, losers face auction distress. When out on the track arose such a clatter,
That the always hammered MTK awoke to see the matter
Dan had won but was was cursing to Robbie’s delight
The aussies had no cash and tried to pay with vegemite. The message boards awoke with a lot of post race hissing
Just like in previous years horses ran but came back missing
Questions were asked and theories were lobed
Just ST BILLGULCH testing they weren’t alien anal probed. Now a middle age sim genius, with fast growing tykes
We knew it was ST BILLGULCH otherwise known as Mike
Like the Call to the Races his players they came,
And he whistled, and shouted and called them by name Now, Lenny ! now, Daniel! hey Skunker and padre!
On, Dixie! now Donny, Frankster, redhill and mlot
At the top of the lane they all made a plead
Begging St Bill Gulch for a graded winning stratch breed. Pulling hard to the left, ST BILLGULCH gave a sigh
As Slower lower Desperado and Gowans came flying by
So up on the roof top the horses they flew
With the sleigh full of soon to expired sire shares and ST BILLGULCH too. And then as a clanking was heard on the roof
The prancing and pawing of each pixalated hoof.
As I looked at the message boards the sim’s future was bright
Only complaints of automated Eclipses, George Orwell was right! He was dressed all in old forms from his head to his hat,
And unanswered e-mails stuffed in his sack.
With a bundle of programs, a brown bag he had a tight grip,
He started to stagger and slur like Dr. Dipper lip. His eyes now glassy but the sim is stable and thriving
The game is easy to use and new players are arriving
His wake was crowded with touts in the know
Bargies knightmare and dragnil and the newbies causing his coffers to grow. An old sim racing form he held tight to his chest,
Trying to win credits by deciphering a sim contest.
BTB is better than ever thanks to gcliffo, emmy and roxy
That squirrelly rodent runs the show she’s practially Mike’s proxy He was chubby and plump, like a retired old jock
And resembled a pauper who was just out of hock.
With a wink of his eye and a slap of his knee
He added functionality and new sires with glee. He spoke not a word but kept straight at his work,
Erasing and coding he then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger on the database with joy
He had an satisfied grimace the game was his toy. Sire ratings are done and announced with great care
Upgrades and downgrades discussed with great fan fare.
City Zip, Pioneers and Starspangledbanners
O’Reilly for Ed but my downgraded shares where are Mike’s manners? Now back to the rooftop, to his team gave hollar
A Galileo he bred with his last sim dollar
I heard him exclaim, then he drove out of sight,
Thanks for simming ya’all and TO ALL A GOOD NIGHT.
Awesome, Merry Xmas my friend and all the good people in the game
Absolutely tremendous, great work Mark!
Should be a fun degenerate night in Philly on Saturday!
Well done, Mark! Bra-voh!