Twas the week before Winter's Day and in the Borderlands,
Not an Enemy was stirring, cept a bot who missed the ban,
The SoS Guilds had sieged up the stairs, In hopes a worthy enemy soon would be there,
The trolls were nestled all snug in their threads,
While visions of loot bags danced in their heads,
With the towers and keeps all firmly capped, The SoS guilds settled in for a nap,
When up on the scoreboard arose such a clatter, Even the Oceanics had to see what was the
matter, Through the portals we flew like a flash,
Stacked on our Commanders, ready to take out the trash,
Buffed at our spawn point, where to go?
Hit "M", see cross swords at Jerrifer's Slough, We finally get there and what should appear?
JQ and SBI, do they belong in this tier?
They had us outnumbered we had to act quick,
we had to get back our winning point-per-tick, Sea of Sorrows had to execute their Dub-V-Dub
game, The call went out, the Guilds were called
by name, Now FoE, now TSym, now ZN and LEM,
On FANG, on AGG, on MERC and M&M!
We laid out our plans on SeaofSorrows.com, You go left, you go right, and we'll portal
bomb!
The battles raged on, we finally took Hills, Giving nothing to the enemy, except repair
bills, The SoS Guilds said, "Well it's been fun!"
The forum warriors cried, "it was 2-v-1!"
And then on our screen during our last golem march,
"The match has ended, you'll be moved to Lion's Arch."
They cried about events, people taking time off,
They even cried about their Commander's being soft,
Some thought SoS was all PRX, through all of the excuses, we still came
out the best!
After we crushed your attempted ninja win, We all read the patch notes from Michael Ferguson,
What...?
Culling turned to normal?
Oh No!
Only 20 men per portal!
I guess we'll have to go rewrite our strats, Here's to hoping in February we get a new
map.
Slash Salute to you all, for the good fights, Merry Christmas
to all, and to all a good night!