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A project Erato and I have been working on this week. She wrote the poem and I illustrated it. The woman lives up to her name as a Muse. ^_^ Enjoy.
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chat
Not a creature was lurking, not even Steve the Cat;
The internets were silent as strange magic was abrew,
filling the air while the members slept with nary a care;
For little did they know they would soon no longer be there,
It happened so fast, it happened so quickly;
each member's room soon grew warm and misty,
surely their families would soon not they were missing!
One by one, the members of Bluemoon were brought to a strange yet fantastical place,
amazed to be looking one another in the face.
As if he were standing on the God's pantheon,
came the voice of the mighty Trygon,
bringing the lull down to but a quiet song.
He looked to the left and then to the right,
peering down into faces full of wonder and fright before the lightbulb above his head seemed to come alight.
"It's clear we're the victims of some strange trickery."He announced and the members of Bluemoon could only nod and agree
But we're not to be played and there's going to be hell to pay!"Shaking a fist. "Who's with me?"
"I can't help but feel I've seen this place before."The Narwhal spoke up as everyone looked his way,
leaving him to wonder if he'd already bitten off more than he could chew. "What? Doesn't anyone else have Pay-Pre-View?",
"It does seem like something out of a movie, but how or why?"Said Prettylyksin as she soon began to grin.
"Oh yes, now I remember and this is going to be full of Win!"
For somehow and some unknown reason, these youths of the internet, (Minus the Narwhal <3) had been brought to this land of eternal Christmas season.
Like an army with purpose and pinash, did the members of Bluemoon march while natives of this curious land withdrew, quite aghast.
They hurried away to their leader where he oversaw the packing of the last few gifts which tonight he would deliver.
(vampy, nyoko, hahvy and Trygon in their jammies)
"Come quickly! Hurry and see! Danger there may be!" Said Santa Clause as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully, "How could this be?"
Meanwhile, outside at the bottom of the hill where everyone gathered, it was clear that vengence was the only thing that mattered.
Throwing the door open, some elves escorted their leader where the members of Bluemoon had last been seen.
"Well now."Said Santa as a malevolent smile appeared on the scene, "This is just peachy keen!"
For the elves had just formed a union and now that they were working under contract, these wayward youths would be just the thing to get those pesky midgets off his back.
As he whispered his diabolical plot to enslave our benevolent heroes, little did he know that every word he'd uttered had been overheard.
The Supervillian of Bluemoon turned to his motley crew and they all nodded their heads as they dispersed, seeming to know just what to do.
(goaty, Try and Pretty)
Slaves to an industry, they would never, ever be, and after the joys of mayhem and chaos would come the sweet taste of victory.
For every holiday they'd been left disappointed and filled with want, they'd lay waste to this place and leave it's inhabitants to rot.
So up to the house-top the majority of them flew, some to prepare to make some reindeer stew.
"There they are!"The elves shouted as they had the enemy in their sights, all too soon dispatched much to our heroes's delight.
The toy factory and stable became a scene of abject horror and misery, soon to emerge was a blood-soaked Goatse and Misha Hiroki.
Mrs. Clause tried to curry favor with Vampire Seduction and Raziel, for her life she did plead only to wind up a victim of a grisly deed.
When at last the smoke of the battle finally cleared, St. Nick himself finally appeared.
On his knees he fell, his once enchanted land of Christmas had now become a burning hell.
"This place is ruined! Are you satisfied?!"He asked, looking over to the spot where his wife had died.
"Not quite, there's still one more thing."Trygon pointed out, one last untied string. "And I think you know what I mean."
Defeated, the holiday icon rose to his feet and pointed to where he'd left his sleigh.
"Only when those presents have been delivered, go home you may."
Turning as if to go off and mourn, he whirled around suddenly, faster than any could warn.
From some hidden place on his suit, he'd stashed a luger, and everyone stared as if he'd turned into Freddy Kruger.
"You killed my elves, most of my reindeer and my wife! But me, Trygon, you will never take alive!"
But such villiany and awesome cannot be stopped by a mere bullet and before long, Trygon's boot connected with Santa's hide,
His fate it turned out, was not too difficult a choice to be made; dressed like a loli and sent to Rageblade.
With that issue over and swiftly addressed, the next would be a slightly more difficult test.
Our heroes would need some mode of transportation, some means of flight,
If ever they were to return home by the end of the night
But the Muse was hard at work and soon enough, everyone was inspired;
A team of those who didn't matter, who cared if they tired?
Those who had annoyed and caused trouble in their roleplaying site,
Now harnessed and coached by BlisteredBlood as he weilded his whip with might ,
"Alright maggots, fall in!"He shouted as he lifted the reins so that their journey could begin,
"On Nurse_K, on Reaper, on Wrath, On CatGoddessBast!"As his whip let out a terrible crack.
"On Vergil, on Gangerous Cum Receptacle, on Smegmatic Stalker of Fur Cock!"As never once did they balk.
The girls of Bluemoon donning their holiday sexy tossed gifts to the world below from up high,
While their laughter and occassional moans filled the night sky.
(ducky, bunny, misha, hahvy, aku, gaz, pretty, pony and erato overhead)
The moral of this story, dear friends? It will reveal itself very soon...
"Happy Christmas to all on Bluemoon!"
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the chat
Not a creature was lurking, not even Steve the Cat;
The internets were silent as strange magic was abrew,
filling the air while the members slept with nary a care;
For little did they know they would soon no longer be there,
It happened so fast, it happened so quickly;
each member's room soon grew warm and misty,
surely their families would soon not they were missing!
One by one, the members of Bluemoon were brought to a strange yet fantastical place,
amazed to be looking one another in the face.
As if he were standing on the God's pantheon,
came the voice of the mighty Trygon,
bringing the lull down to but a quiet song.
He looked to the left and then to the right,
peering down into faces full of wonder and fright before the lightbulb above his head seemed to come alight.
"It's clear we're the victims of some strange trickery."He announced and the members of Bluemoon could only nod and agree
But we're not to be played and there's going to be hell to pay!"Shaking a fist. "Who's with me?"
"I can't help but feel I've seen this place before."The Narwhal spoke up as everyone looked his way,
leaving him to wonder if he'd already bitten off more than he could chew. "What? Doesn't anyone else have Pay-Pre-View?",
"It does seem like something out of a movie, but how or why?"Said Prettylyksin as she soon began to grin.
"Oh yes, now I remember and this is going to be full of Win!"
For somehow and some unknown reason, these youths of the internet, (Minus the Narwhal <3) had been brought to this land of eternal Christmas season.
Like an army with purpose and pinash, did the members of Bluemoon march while natives of this curious land withdrew, quite aghast.
They hurried away to their leader where he oversaw the packing of the last few gifts which tonight he would deliver.
(vampy, nyoko, hahvy and Trygon in their jammies)
"Come quickly! Hurry and see! Danger there may be!" Said Santa Clause as he rubbed his beard thoughtfully, "How could this be?"
Meanwhile, outside at the bottom of the hill where everyone gathered, it was clear that vengence was the only thing that mattered.
Throwing the door open, some elves escorted their leader where the members of Bluemoon had last been seen.
"Well now."Said Santa as a malevolent smile appeared on the scene, "This is just peachy keen!"
For the elves had just formed a union and now that they were working under contract, these wayward youths would be just the thing to get those pesky midgets off his back.
As he whispered his diabolical plot to enslave our benevolent heroes, little did he know that every word he'd uttered had been overheard.
The Supervillian of Bluemoon turned to his motley crew and they all nodded their heads as they dispersed, seeming to know just what to do.
(goaty, Try and Pretty)
Slaves to an industry, they would never, ever be, and after the joys of mayhem and chaos would come the sweet taste of victory.
For every holiday they'd been left disappointed and filled with want, they'd lay waste to this place and leave it's inhabitants to rot.
So up to the house-top the majority of them flew, some to prepare to make some reindeer stew.
"There they are!"The elves shouted as they had the enemy in their sights, all too soon dispatched much to our heroes's delight.
The toy factory and stable became a scene of abject horror and misery, soon to emerge was a blood-soaked Goatse and Misha Hiroki.
Mrs. Clause tried to curry favor with Vampire Seduction and Raziel, for her life she did plead only to wind up a victim of a grisly deed.
When at last the smoke of the battle finally cleared, St. Nick himself finally appeared.
On his knees he fell, his once enchanted land of Christmas had now become a burning hell.
"This place is ruined! Are you satisfied?!"He asked, looking over to the spot where his wife had died.
"Not quite, there's still one more thing."Trygon pointed out, one last untied string. "And I think you know what I mean."
Defeated, the holiday icon rose to his feet and pointed to where he'd left his sleigh.
"Only when those presents have been delivered, go home you may."
Turning as if to go off and mourn, he whirled around suddenly, faster than any could warn.
From some hidden place on his suit, he'd stashed a luger, and everyone stared as if he'd turned into Freddy Kruger.
"You killed my elves, most of my reindeer and my wife! But me, Trygon, you will never take alive!"
But such villiany and awesome cannot be stopped by a mere bullet and before long, Trygon's boot connected with Santa's hide,
His fate it turned out, was not too difficult a choice to be made; dressed like a loli and sent to Rageblade.
With that issue over and swiftly addressed, the next would be a slightly more difficult test.
Our heroes would need some mode of transportation, some means of flight,
If ever they were to return home by the end of the night
But the Muse was hard at work and soon enough, everyone was inspired;
A team of those who didn't matter, who cared if they tired?
Those who had annoyed and caused trouble in their roleplaying site,
Now harnessed and coached by BlisteredBlood as he weilded his whip with might ,
"Alright maggots, fall in!"He shouted as he lifted the reins so that their journey could begin,
"On Nurse_K, on Reaper, on Wrath, On CatGoddessBast!"As his whip let out a terrible crack.
"On Vergil, on Gangerous Cum Receptacle, on Smegmatic Stalker of Fur Cock!"As never once did they balk.
The girls of Bluemoon donning their holiday sexy tossed gifts to the world below from up high,
While their laughter and occassional moans filled the night sky.
(ducky, bunny, misha, hahvy, aku, gaz, pretty, pony and erato overhead)
The moral of this story, dear friends? It will reveal itself very soon...
"Happy Christmas to all on Bluemoon!"
