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Date:    2015 Jan  1 23:36
From:    scrooge
Subject: Carols part 3
C18 christmas carol by Athlonstore

In the Bleak Nightmare Plane

In the bleak nightmare plane,
Blood bears roamed around.
A fortress stood obsidian,
None could hear a sound.
Blood Ravens flew, they pecked and pecked,
pe-ecked a-and pecked
In the bleak nightmare plane,
Madness reigned unchecked.

    Then some players showed up,
At the fortress gate,
Sander the Barbarian
Asked them "could you waiit?"
A sneaky thief backstabbed him,
blood began to spill,
Sander's friends rescued him,
The fighters joined the kill.

Some mages casted fireball,
Warriors berserked,
The clerics casted breath of life,
The druids did their work.
They casted control weather
and made the weather hot
They solar lanced the giant
and the necros casted rot.

The bodies hit the ground with
Exaggerated thumps.
Those inside the fortress
were down in the dumps.
The players crashed into the gate
Splintering it whole!
Visiting the garrison,
They took a dreadful toll.
Tanis makal screamed for help, and
Lance ironhand fled.
Lady Patience sobbed in grief
She began to count the dead.
The Crimson dragon heard the fight
Her wings began to flap.
Soaring to the combat,
The players screamed "OH crap!"

She breathed a blast of fire
some skin began to burn.
The fighters got their lances
The tables began to turn.
They stabbed in desperation
At the dragon's heart.
She weakly tried to fight back
but she just wasn't smart.
Finally a lance point
penetrated her.
Dancing round in vict'ry
The players skinned her fur.
They sold it on the auction block
For twenty million gold,
And that is how the dragon
was slain in days of old!

C20 Nastley the evil necro by Torax

Mememememememememememe, prepares to sing: Nastley the evil necro, Was a big
and powerful ass hole: With the power to raise, and the power to kill, and
the power to steal your soul: Nastley the evil necro, Went around the
realm, sending all to hell, just to gather as much spell: comps and putting
them in a small glass bowl:

O, there must have been some maggots,  In that old grave yard he found: For
when he killed some mob and raised it agin, it began to move around.

Thumpitty thump thump, over the souls containing souls:

Thumpitty thump thump thump putting them in his brewing bowl:

Nastley the evil necro: was allied as he could be, to the powers of dark
and the just for a lark he'd help all of them in need:

C21 Christmas Carol by Malificent

my tarantula got run over by santa's reindeer
While walking home, looking for his Christmas prey
He never did believe in Santa
But now his little mouse has ran away
It's not like him not to fight back
Now I think he is going to attack
If Blitzen doesn't hurry, I think he'll get stabbed right in the back

C22 alter aeon favorite things by Shryth

Helping the farmers and swallowing kittens
Killing some moles to get magical mittens
Pondering the horrors that Archais brings
These are a few of my favorite things

The dwarves' magic bracer, it's so legendary
I just read about it in the dreams' monastery
Sensei that load a nice breath saving ring
These are a few of my favorite things.

Dragon that slashes and midnight blue sashes
Quicklings that hide behind bushes and thatches
Silverwind freezing even though it is spring
These are a few of my favorite things

When I'm playing, Alter Aeon
Around Christmas Eve
I go to the north and to wastelands beyond
And set all the evils free


C23 christmas carol by Dernan

On one cold and clear night,
With christmas lights shining warm and bright.
Did to the mall a young boy go,
To talk to santa, and to him, his list, he'd show.
Upon arrival, he did sit down, and to santa, he  said, "so1!
I play a game. But to the mobs, i always seem to be mamed.
I fight and fight.
And fight all night.
But eventually, the mobs they win  -- and i giv in,
then my char, is dead, My intelegence, you see. 
is not, so bright.
And through my shame,
I get no fame,
so i sit on my ass instead,
and complain about the pain.
The pain of no brain,
and the pain of no fame.
I say, i'll never run exp,
So instead i sit, 
and i'll say, i do commit,
to making all players lives hell.
Through channels and tell,
I do spread my wealth,
of spam and whit.
But again, i gotta admit,
I don't give a shit,
So i curse and swear
and they call me roarStare!
Now santa, you see.
Now they all make fun of me!
Roarster the dimWhit.
And roarster that little git
which is said by those bloody brits
are the names, i hate them, i can't type them for sh*sh*sh*sh*sh*sh*shhit!
Now it's  probabbly crossed your mind...
"why the hell, should any problem in this, should i find?"
But you see, you big fat man,
there is one thing i just can not stand!
It's for my christmas gift on the game...
All i got on alter was a lump of cole and one hundred goddamn channel bans!"
As Santa leans back and chuckles,
the young boy, roarster begins to crack his nuckles!
"you'll help me, old man, i swear!"
With that, Santa smirkes and says,
"or what. you'll spam me with,
The boy did scream.
But in Santa's eyes, there was a gleam.
"get out, you lout!"
He did so shout!
And so the boy did turned away in fear.
To his retreating back, santa sent one final snear
"And don't come back again next year!"

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