So on the night before Christmas Eve
A bowl of candy in his lap
A cup of coffee by his sleeve
Evrae decided to MF a little before his nightly nap.
While slapping Andy around
As well as her devilkin friends
He thought he heard a little sound
And quickly hit Alt to view what heaven sends.
But 'twas not an item that dropped
Nay, the screen "SoJ sold to merchants" did say
Maybe this server will pop,
And DClone will come out and play!
The counter went leaps and bounds
Up one, up three, up thirteen!
Evrae remained silent and listened for sounds
Of the Lord of Terror just waiting to be seen.
After an hour of patient wait
The ground shook and mightily tumbled
Boy, in this night it was very late
But Evrae did not care, DClone's ready to rumble!
As he battled with the oversized weevil,
His heart raced faster and faster,
As death gripped the Prime Evil,
Evrae was met with great disaster.
Lo and behold, as the golden charm fell,
The game fell silent and nothing stirred,
A classic sign that the server just went to hell,
And it was a waste of time, as you can infer.
Evrae was fuming mad and looked quite sickly!
How dare the servers fail him now,
And it didn't even have the decency to drop the game quickly,
Why oh why did it have to be now?
So close to another Anni,
but alas it was not meant to be,
A dead mercenary was the only sign of Evrae's victory,
But he had no charm to prove his conquering of DC.
So with that note he went to bed,
Wondering what he did to anger the gods of the great abyss,
Why couldn't this happen to someone else instead,
Because then the Duckman wouldn't be uber pissed!