Twas the post before 10k.....Follow

'Twas the post before 10k, when all through the forums
Not a creature was stirring, not even a >:3;

The trolls were hung by Darqflame with care,
In hopes that Kaolian soon would be there;

The quotes were nested all snug in their threads,
While visions of rate-downs danced in their heads;

And Michelle Rodriguez in her 'kerchief, and I with good luck,
Had just settled down for a long winter's ####,

When out on the forum there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Minimized the **** and put away my stash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen thread
Was almost forgotten with Michelle's crazy head,

When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a rate-up thread, with hundreds of rate ups I feared,

With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
Erotic enough to excite an army of Nix.

More rapid than rate-bots their rate-ups they came,
And they spammed, and camped, and called them by name;

"Now, Ikkian! now, Hellboy! now, Thumb and Kain!
On, Dyadem! on Mindel! on Belkira! and try not to be lame!

To the bottom of the thread! to the very last page!
Now rate away! rate away! make all them ******* sage!"

Not caring how many of these posters will cry,
Going limp meant it's time for this CJ to die,

So up to the top the karma bombs they flew,
With the hovercraft full of eels, and Chris Crocker too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof
The dragging and slamming of two big hoofs.

As I drew in my hand, and was turning around,
Through the window Uglysasquach came with a bound.

He was covered all in fur, from his neck to his ***,
And his flesh was all tarnished with blood and glass;

A bundle of socks he had flung on his back,
And he looked like an alcoholic just opening his pack.

His eyes -- how they glared! his sockpuppets how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his looked like a fairy!

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath;

He had arrived to battle my rate downs directly,
I had a feeling he didn't know how karma works correctly.

He threw his socks at me one after another,
Not slowing down even after insults to his mother;

A wink of his eye and a twist of his wrists,
One more damn sock and I'll be royally pissed;

He spoke not a word, but went straight for my face,
As Michelle Rodriguez quickly reached for her mace,

In pain he writhed and let out a roar,
Immediately through my window did the psycho man soar;

He sprang to his car, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"GFY you damn sock-admin and I hope you don't live through the night!"

End

To all of you thinking "you didn't say my name",
Maybe you should've put more effort in your journey to fame.

Before you go and cry on your bed,
Pay attention and note this isn't a 10k thread.

No mention of me, GFY.

The meter's a little off, but I give it a B.

Awesome, Exo.

Go get em Exo!

Best.




Pre-ding.





Ever.




Rate-ups.

I have a new favorite admin. That was awesome, Exo!!

Unfortunately, I heard an Elvis voice in my head reciting it.

Alluding to Christmas in October

Which is why walmart should go up in flames.

Exo... That was hawt!

I approve of this preding.

Can't wait for the ding.

Such bitterness.