A Wintersday Tale for WvWers

On the official forums yesterday, sc0rn’s Commander, Honnor, left a clever variation on a classic holiday tune for WvW players to enjoy. Yes, you read me right. With Wintersday here and the holidays right around the corner, what better way to celebrate the season than with a little nighttime WvW prep? Figure out what song what I’m referencing yet? I know– I’m being pretty cryptic.

Here it is: ‘Twas the Night Before Reset!

’Twas the night before Reset! front gate to supply house,
Nothing stirred in the Garrison, not even a mouse;
The Backpacks were hung, ’round supply hut with care,
In hopes that St. Tinker* soon would be there.

The Guilds were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of Golems danced in their heads.
With Fortify done, and a full colored Map,
They had all settled down for a long winter’s nap;
When beyond the outer gate there arose such a clatter,
The Commanders JUMPED UP >:( to see what was the matter.
Away to the Walls, they flew ready for the clash >:(
Tore open there Backpacks! and threw up Guild stash!

Keep reading to see the rest!

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,
Gave the luster of battle-haze to the objects below.
When, what! to there Eagle eyes should appear,
But 8 miniature Asuras!? ??? Transformed as reindeer!?
With an Engineer Commander, so lively a thinker,
We all knew in a moment it must be St. Tinker.

More rapid than Dolyaks! his coursers they came,
And he whistled, as they Zerged, and he called them by name;
“Now, Basher! Now, Battle! Now, Piercing and Hexen!
On, Comet! On Cata! On, Damage! and Blitzen!
To the top of Supply Hut! To the top of the wall!
Buy my Weapons! And Siege! THIS KEEP shall not Fall!”

As red cinders before the Trebuchet fly,
When they met with an obstacle, They Zerged to the sky,
So up to the Gate-top the coursers they flew,
With the sleigh full of Siege, and Legendaries too!
And then, in a swords flash, atop supply hut roof,
We heard the prancing and pawing of each little hoof.

As we drew in our sites, and were turning siege ’round,
To the supply hut roof top; St.Tinker came with a bound.
He was dressed all in Norn furs, from his head to his foot;
And his Armor was covered with ashes and soot,
A bundle of Weapons he had flung on his back;
And he looked like a Warlord just opening his pack.
His eyes-how they Flamed! His Scars how merry!
His cheeks were like Blood roses his nose like a Om Nom Berry!

The tight smirk of his mouth’ was drawn up like a bow,
And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow;
The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke circled his head like a Battlefire wreath.
He had a broad face and a big round belly,
That shook when he laughed’ like a bowl of Om Nom jelly.
He was stocky and Stealth, a right jolly old elf;
And we cheered when we saw him, in spite of ourself;

The gleam in his eye and the swagger of his of his head,
Soon gave us to know, in the next battle we had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the Back Packs! Dropped Siege!
Then turned with a jerk!

And laying his finger aside of his broken nose,
He gave a Salute! and to supply’s rooftop he rose;
He then sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a commanding whistle;
And away they all went! over the gate’ like red hot cinder’s of a burning a thistle.
But we heard him exclaim, ere they Zerged out of sight.

“HAPPY WINTERSDAY TO ALL,
…AND TO ALL A GOOD-FIGHT.”

Here’s a link to the original forum thread.

From everyone at Guild Wars 2 Junkies, happy holidays, happy Wintersday, and happy fighting!