A Christmas poem to help you fight the bane.
The Tabula Rasa devs have a fresh new take on this yuletide classic for you all to enjoy.
ÂTwas the Night before Christmas and all through the Plains
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Bane.
The socks were all hung by the tent pole with care
With hopes that our General soon would be there.
The soldiers were nestled asleep in their cots
Right next to their shotguns and sleeping Boo Bots.
Sara out guarding and I in sickbay,
were dreaming of Earth, our lost home, far away.
When out in the base, alarms started to shrill,
I grabbed my stout chaingun and ran up the hill.
From the Control Point, I saw a bright flash,
quickly took cover and hit the ground with a clash.
I looked out through my scope, blinked my eyes once again
And saw General British and his leet group of men.
ÂNow Wagner, now Kath now Potter and Sage
We need Hudson and Moore, call Bailey and Gage
To Ligo, to Mires, to Palisades and Pools,
Did they think they would win, they are nothing but fools!Â
We rallied behind him, our General at Arms
and woke all the troops by sounding alarms.
With a roar our brave troops all charged into the fray
Resolved to defeat them, and carry the day.
The battle was long, but we weathered the test,
We showed them the courage of the AFS
Our foes all lay bleeding, defeated and dead
British came to our lines and here's what he said:
ÂThank you for your honor and valor this night
Merry Christmas to all and to all a good fight!Â