Otherwise known as Apocalypsmas, in reference to the anticipated ending of the world on December 21st 2012.
As the date stamp on this entry would indicate, it turns out the Mayans had merely been pranking us for the last thousand years or so, and the world
did in fact not end, which, aside from a few rather egregious parts of the planet which we would probably all be better off without, is probably a good
thing.
Apocalypsmas was yet another Bumping Event, and resulted in the same frenetic and frenzied torrent of spam in the Main Event Forum that has
typified so many of the recent Events. I'm actually beginning to wonder if my perception of some of my first Gaia Events being far more
"Chat Friendly", might be merely that....
Perception, because the concept of Events being principly based on Bumping for Energy, Bumping for Heals, Bumping for Items, etc., seems to be the
norm rather than the exception.
Ah well. wink
This year also saw the absence of Caroling in Towns, which followed on the heels of there being no Trick or Treating in Towns for Hallowee'en, and
meant that we had to Carol in Shops for our Items this year.
Not my preferred way of gathering my Items as I had always really enjoyed the way
Towns had been set up for Caroling and ToT, and often ended up gathering my Items on not only WideEyed, but on a Mule or two as well, simply
because of the atmosphere that had been created there.
Still, once I realised that I could complete the Event by Gifting rather than Bumping,
the Event became a lot more fun, and I ended up creating a Gifting Topic
(http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/apocalypsmas/ornaments-to-be-redeemed-free-gifts-people/t.83896971/) in which
I offered a Gift from a prescribed list to everyone who Posted, and replied to their requests in rhyme.
The only defence I can offer for that behaviour is to say that I like to feel that I'm contributing to the festivities, and seeing as I have repeatedly
proven that I can't draw, rhyming is all I have to offer. sweatdrop
(What the heck's with the word-wrap in Journals lately anyways?)
And of course, there was Flameinexile's Modmas Carol contest, which I had been looking forward to for weeks before I was rewarded by it's
appearance, and to which I submitted my usual stuff. redface
So without further ado, here's the "best" of this year's creations.
Run, Rufus, Run!
Run Rudolph Run - Chuck Berry
Out of all the shop-keeps, we know you’re the Mastermind
Run, run, Rufus! Ian’s falling far behind!
Run, run, Rufus! Ian’s got some orders to fill.
The Christmas Rush is on, you can’t be sunnin on the windowsill.
Run, run, Rufus! Gonna need your “dancey-dance” skills.
Said Ian to some Gaians, “What would you like for yourselves?”
“We’re goin to a costume party, and the theme is Christmas Elves.”
And then away went Rufus, dancin cross the highest shelves.
Run, run, Rufus! Ian’s got some orders to fill.
The Christmas Rush is on, you can’t be sunnin on the windowsill.
Run, run, Rufus! Gonna need your “dancey-dance” skills.
Run, run, Rufus! Ian’s got some orders to fill.
The Christmas Rush is on, you can’t be sunnin on the windowsill.
Run, run, Rufus! Gonna need your “dancey-dance” skills.
Said Ian to the next Crew, “How can I help you today?”
“We’ve got a Kam-run planned. We’d like to look like zombies, when we play.”
And then away ran Rufus, dancey-dancin all the way.
Run, run, Rufus! Ian’s got some orders to fill.
The Christmas Rush is on, you can’t be sunnin on the windowsill.
Run, run, Rufus! Gonna need your “dancey-dance” skills.
Santa Baby
Santa baby - Eartha Kitt
Santa Baby, just slip a Slender under the tree, for me.
Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Baby, my Loving Manner can’t be denied, I’ve tried.
It’s been almost a year, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Think of all the fun I’ve missed.
Booty Grabbing for the things on my Wish List.
Next year I could spend time with you.
If I don’t have to go out and Fish.
Santa Baby, come closer and I’ll whisper a hint, it’s Mint.
Served with Pepper is best, Santa Baby
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Honey, one other thing I really need, Gogh Reed.
Two or three would be fine, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Cutie, and fill my stockings with Sainte Ciel, as well.
I won’t tell you again, Santa Cutie.
Just fill my Inventory tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Dernier Cri.
I’d go far for a Kitten Star.
If you come through, you’re sure to see.
Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing.
Some Wings. I won’t leave you alone, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Fill my Inventory tonight.
Fill it, tonight. wink
Santa baby - Eartha Kitt
Santa Baby, just slip a Slender under the tree, for me.
Been an awful good girl, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Baby, my Loving Manner can’t be denied, I’ve tried.
It’s been almost a year, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Think of all the fun I’ve missed.
Booty Grabbing for the things on my Wish List.
Next year I could spend time with you.
If I don’t have to go out and Fish.
Santa Baby, come closer and I’ll whisper a hint, it’s Mint.
Served with Pepper is best, Santa Baby
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Honey, one other thing I really need, Gogh Reed.
Two or three would be fine, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Santa Cutie, and fill my stockings with Sainte Ciel, as well.
I won’t tell you again, Santa Cutie.
Just fill my Inventory tonight.
Come and trim my Christmas tree
With some decorations bought at Dernier Cri.
I’d go far for a Kitten Star.
If you come through, you’re sure to see.
Santa Baby, forgot to mention one little thing.
Some Wings. I won’t leave you alone, Santa Baby.
So fill my Inventory tonight.
Fill my Inventory tonight.
Fill it, tonight. wink
Heed the Word!
(Do They Know it's Christmas - Band Aid)
It's Christmas time, we all need to be afraid
This Christmas time, Don Kuro's elves vow to leave the shade
They've declared war, on Vampires, and Gambino's fair-haired boy
Bearing arms to claim the World, at Christmas Time.
So say a prayer. Pray for the poor humans.
It's Christmas Time, but that won't save you when they come!
There's a war outside your window.
The time for battle's drawing near.
And there's just no way of knowing
Where we'll be in the New Year.
All the Christmas Bells are silent
And streets are like a tomb.
Christmas Night immortal Gods will meet their doom!
And there won't be peace in Barton Town this Christmas time.
The shop-keeps are all fighting for their lives.
It's not a path we chose, but we'll fight them, Gaia knows!
Fight together Christmas one and all!
We need you! Grab your weapons everyone!
Don't let them ever see the morning sun!
Fight together Christmas one and all!
Heed the word! Fight Don Kuro! End his mad campaign!
(Do They Know it's Christmas - Band Aid)
It's Christmas time, we all need to be afraid
This Christmas time, Don Kuro's elves vow to leave the shade
They've declared war, on Vampires, and Gambino's fair-haired boy
Bearing arms to claim the World, at Christmas Time.
So say a prayer. Pray for the poor humans.
It's Christmas Time, but that won't save you when they come!
There's a war outside your window.
The time for battle's drawing near.
And there's just no way of knowing
Where we'll be in the New Year.
All the Christmas Bells are silent
And streets are like a tomb.
Christmas Night immortal Gods will meet their doom!
And there won't be peace in Barton Town this Christmas time.
The shop-keeps are all fighting for their lives.
It's not a path we chose, but we'll fight them, Gaia knows!
Fight together Christmas one and all!
We need you! Grab your weapons everyone!
Don't let them ever see the morning sun!
Fight together Christmas one and all!
Heed the word! Fight Don Kuro! End his mad campaign!
T'was the Fight Before Christmas
Last night I dreamed of Christmas
Those dark and frozen nights.
Of cackling, Flying Giftboxes
And epic, hour's-long fights.
I flew on dreamer's wings and spied
The whole of zOMG!'s terrain
And far as I looked, was denied.
The sight for which I came.
For nowhere in the land I loved
Did my search reveal to me
The sight which made me soar above...
The Barton Christmas Tree.
The Barton Square was empty.
No sign of Christmas cheer.
It seemed for all the world to be
Some other time of year.
Then somewhere in the distance
Almost too faint to hear
A haunting sound began to rise
I flew to draw more near.
And slowly did the origin
Of that raucus noise take shape
A flock of Flying Giftboxes!
Cavorting by the lake!
And there beneath their frolics
All of the Bass'ken tress
Were dressed in festive raiments
Fluffs danced as on a breeze.
And darting there amidst the boughs
A figure caught my eye
Garbed all in red, trimmed white with fur
Piling presents high.
T'was old St. Logan, It had to be!
Who else could be so merry?
And who but Logan would use wolves
His Christmas Loot, to carry?
So filled with Christmas joy was I
I longed to call his name
I longed to sing his praises.
Say how glad I was he came.
But instead I kept my silence
Did my best to hold my breath
For to make my presence known here now.
Would most surely mean my death
For as merry as those G.B.'s seemed,
Held there in St. Logan's thrall
Should I speak a word, and break the spell
There'd be no Christmas at all.
So I circled quietly above
As Logan did his chores
And when his Christmas work was through
Watched him head for the Bait Store.
But I'm sure I heard him humming
A cheerful Christmas song
Swept up in the Christmas Spirit
I began to sing along.
And just like that, the spell was broke
And every Giftbox wheeled
And raced towards the very place
My presence was revealed.
I flew as fast as lightning
Straight for the Bass'ken Null
And only barely made it home.
Blood pounding in my skull
But even then my heart felt warmed
As I hung up sword and club
By the final words St. Logan said...
"Have a Merry Christmas, Bub!"
Last night I dreamed of Christmas
Those dark and frozen nights.
Of cackling, Flying Giftboxes
And epic, hour's-long fights.
I flew on dreamer's wings and spied
The whole of zOMG!'s terrain
And far as I looked, was denied.
The sight for which I came.
For nowhere in the land I loved
Did my search reveal to me
The sight which made me soar above...
The Barton Christmas Tree.
The Barton Square was empty.
No sign of Christmas cheer.
It seemed for all the world to be
Some other time of year.
Then somewhere in the distance
Almost too faint to hear
A haunting sound began to rise
I flew to draw more near.
And slowly did the origin
Of that raucus noise take shape
A flock of Flying Giftboxes!
Cavorting by the lake!
And there beneath their frolics
All of the Bass'ken tress
Were dressed in festive raiments
Fluffs danced as on a breeze.
And darting there amidst the boughs
A figure caught my eye
Garbed all in red, trimmed white with fur
Piling presents high.
T'was old St. Logan, It had to be!
Who else could be so merry?
And who but Logan would use wolves
His Christmas Loot, to carry?
So filled with Christmas joy was I
I longed to call his name
I longed to sing his praises.
Say how glad I was he came.
But instead I kept my silence
Did my best to hold my breath
For to make my presence known here now.
Would most surely mean my death
For as merry as those G.B.'s seemed,
Held there in St. Logan's thrall
Should I speak a word, and break the spell
There'd be no Christmas at all.
So I circled quietly above
As Logan did his chores
And when his Christmas work was through
Watched him head for the Bait Store.
But I'm sure I heard him humming
A cheerful Christmas song
Swept up in the Christmas Spirit
I began to sing along.
And just like that, the spell was broke
And every Giftbox wheeled
And raced towards the very place
My presence was revealed.
I flew as fast as lightning
Straight for the Bass'ken Null
And only barely made it home.
Blood pounding in my skull
But even then my heart felt warmed
As I hung up sword and club
By the final words St. Logan said...
"Have a Merry Christmas, Bub!"
And to my shame, that's merely the tip of the insipid iceberg that was this year's
rhyming assault on the season.
All in all, i crafted over 50 poems of varying length and consistent "quality" with which I abused many who dared to allow themselves to be added to
my Friends List, or had the temerity to reply to one of my Topics.
So in retrospect, I'd have to say I had a good time with Christmas 2012, even if so many innocents had to pay the price for my fun. wink
