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[Leupold]

'Twas the night before Raiding, when all through the Guild

No creatures were stirring, since all had been killed;

The armor was stacked by the fire pit with care,

In hopes that Server Restart soon would be there;

The guildies were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of epic drops danced in their heads;

Renshai in his 'kerchief, Rilin in his cap,

And Jessabrie settled down for a long winter's nap,

When out on the Battleground there arose such a clatter,

They sprang from their beds to see what was the matter.

Away to the window all three flew like a flash,

Turned on their computers and Vent with a dash.

The hum of the fans and the dust on the mouse

The screen gave an eerie glow to the house,

When, what to our blood shot eyes should linger,

But a dark form on a wyrm, giving us the finger,

That evil old fart, his sword and his ring,

I knew in a moment it was the Lich King.

More rapid than eagles his minions they came,

And Jessabrie whistled to wake us and called us by name;

"Now, Traximus! now, Sandrockster! now, Soapa and Robbiee!

Wake Healers, DeePS and Tanks (don't forget Nighty)!

Tankers up front and healers to the back fall!

Now DPS! DPS away! DPS away all!"

Minions burned and they froze but stop they would not,

It was tough to keep aggro with Jessabrie's DoTs,

So into the battle the Lich King did roar,

His bag full of epics, our health hit the floor.

And then, from behind, I heard the sound of a hoof

Oh crap, the healers are hit, we fell for the spoof

My hand cramped on the keyboard and prepared for a wipe,

Out of nowhere appeared Maj, what a welcome sight

He was dressed in festive greens and wearing sunglasses

His hand shot forth and blue light healed all our asses

Maj's eyes -- how they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

Everyone needs a vacation when things get too hairy

The tanks they recovered Aggro, the DPS flew

The healers empowered but the inevitable was true;

We had the Lich King so close, 10% from dead

Our confidence restored we had nothing to dread;

The Lich King he turned and ran straight for his wyrm,

Immune to freeze trap he grasped those reins firm

The Lich King sprang to his mount, giving a whistle,

And away the minions all flew like arcane missiles.

But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight,

"Maybe next time Broken Faith, and to all a good-night."

Happy Holidays,
Matty
P.S. This is what happens when maintenance shutdowns on Warsong go on too long.