Oh the weather outside is frightful,
But this fire blaster's delightful,
And since I've my nice Inferno,
Let It burn! Let It smolder! Let It glow!
I11, altitis, no stopping,
And at wentworths I do my shopping,
The DB scrapper way down low,
With hair doofus and slick and corn row.
When we finally kiss the floor,
there's a team-wipe but we're back for more!
and if your build does seem tight,
For cold corrs spare a thought.
The AV is slowly dying,
And, he's immob so theres no flying,
and as long as we team like so,
Our xp and our inf will just grow!
*Gives Shard a mince pie and applauds*
A PvP Christmas (A medley of various carols.)
(To the tune of O little town of Bethlehem)
In the little zone of sirens call,
A blaster wanders by
Above thy streets and on thy roof
A stalker way up high
The blaster has perception
The stalker runs away
He camps within the villains base
To fight another day
(Spoken to the rhythm of Twas the night before Christmas)
Twas the night before Christmas
And all through the zone
Not a hero was creeping
No one to pwn.
(To the tune of Good King Wenceslas)
The good defender flew around, all the zonal hotspots
A master mind had just arrived, With a bunch of robots
The defender was psi/empathy, so he was really screwed
So he went back to the safe zone, and afk for food.
(Spoken to the rhythm of twas the night before Christmas)
The Corrupters all respeced
Their powers with care
The blasters all waiting
In tele-mine lairs.
(to the tune of Jingle bells chorus)
Oh quantum bow's, Manticore Knows
Swan has laid an egg
Synapse was drunk whilst super-speeding
And has broke his leg
Oh evil foes, Warwitch knows
Recluse wears a wig
And Ghostwidow wears very high heals
Cause she's not very big
(Spoken to the rhythm of twas the night before Christmas)
Twas the night before Christmas and across sirens calls
No projectiles were thrown, except for snowballs,
No ganking, or droning, or smack talking to
Just /em dance and merry christmas to you.
Can't compete with "at Wentworths I do my shopping" 
But it's not a competition till someone comes last, so here goes....
Recluse the 8-armed villain
Had a very shiny head
And if you ever saw him
you'd say no-thing (or you'd be dead)
All of the other villains
kicked up 10% of all their schemes
They wouldn't let poor Recluse
run out of cash to fund his world dominating (and rhythym breaking) dreams
Then one foggy christmas eve, Statesman came to say
Recluse, see this white flag here?
I surrender - come to my place for chips and beer!
But there, Freedom Phalanx ganked him
And they shouted out with glee
Tricked you, ya stupid hunchback
This ain't Recluse's Victory
Or a mini-carol, to the tune of The First Noel :
The first Task force
Where Positron did say
"I hope you've got nothing else planned for today"
So all you creative people, in the spirit of Xmas (and immense boredom at work) how about creating some CoX themed Carols?
To start things off...
Jingle Bells! Statesman smells! Numina laid an egg! The States-mobile lost its wheel and Scirrocco got away! Ohhh Jingle Bells....ect.
Let the festiveness begin!