Twas the Night

[Industry]

Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Mazz,
the Undead were stirring but we still kicked their ass.
The crystals were scattered about here and there,
and bows they were falling as out of thin air.
The pali in armor and mort with a shell,
rushed straight into Styg Lords and sent them to hell.
The Trows they kept coming by two and by three,
and were blasted to pieces by serk and FG.
Djazel was chaining the souls and the ghols,
to save permanent damage and popping us whole.
Mauls and thralls coming from mid, west and south,
but Pyro and Balin made like work of that stuff.
When what was that music I finally hear?
It's been half plus hour he's finally here.
The DL's been chasing us all over the map,
did that ghost arc just slay me? That's totally crap!
Mazz popping, serk regen'd we might actually win,
but the Watcher just red popped Hell Thrall and now it begins.

[BIG KROK V8 SS]

They see me Trowin',
I'm Pwnin'

[shadow]

krok cloggin
I'm loggin