Twas the night before Christmas, and all over HAN
Not a n00bie was lurking, even those with Rice Cans.
The Basement was hopping with those known as "OG"
In hopes that lots of goodies would be left under the tree.
"A digi cam" "An XBox!" "A cell phone!" Or three..
Was the cry admist making fun of Deek's Taxi M3.
The OGs were whoring with not a care in sight.
While some battled ruthlessly in Isketch all night.
There was leg humping, rice bashing and kill stories unending
Then one more click and.... DAMMIT! The server is pending!





I started it...

NEXT!