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!!0aKrfPDoCW4 08/12/08(Tue)21:57 No.2332557 File :1218592651.jpg-(69 KB, 671x433, christmas2.jpg)
>>2332548 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 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 fruit cake.
The others succumbed, but it failed in its goal, For to me it gave only a small pile of coal.
The station was lost, I could only instruct The bastion computer to set 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!" |