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Okay, folks.
Time to start a nice holiday CHAIN FICTION thread.

Here are the rules:
You get NO MORE THAN 100 words in which to make your post and you may NOT post twice in a row. Your post should continue right where the previous one left off.

The story I'm basing it on is "Twas the night before Chirstmas" Please keep to the cadence of that story as closely as possible.
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Twas the night before battle
and with bolter in hand
I was ready to bring
The Emperor's light to this land

My power sword hummed
with energy raw,
and the Commander just polished
his sole Lightning Claw.

The Assault Bikers nestled
all snug in their beds
while thoughts of Turbo-boosted Invulnerable saves
danced in their heads.

When out in the field
there arose such a noise
I thought our lines, for certain
were being rushed by a Mob of Boyz.

Away to the ramparts
I ran like a flash,
Hoping for some dreadnaughts
That I could trash.

Plasma flared
On the scene down below,
Bodies and wreckage
Already covered the snow.

The Falcons were burning;
Impossible! You say,
But there is a tradition of miracle
On this fine Christmas day.

Scorpions are sneaking,
The Harlies a blur,
Banshees at home,
No rending a slur!

The gate it is shaking,
Vypers fill the air.
Wraithlords are stomping,
But our Commander is there!

::Smack:: Went the Backhand
Along with the Chaplain's cold glare
"There's No Christmas in 40k
Now shoot over there -->"

As our Bolters were emptying
All through the night
The Wraith Lord Looked Annoyed
But continued to fight

"dakka dakka dakka"
Went Our brave Comander's Gun
And Laying at his feet
Were some Dead 1000 Sons

The Eldar Fight Chaos
They're really not our foe
Deepstrike Some Assault Cannons
So we can cheese out and go home

I look all around and what do I see?
10 new marines’ codices for you and me?
Will they ever put new ones out for other races?
Just more marine garbage for all of those base heads

All our ideas are gone in a cave
All GW cares about are MEQ saves
It seems that they finally crippled the chaos
Now all the babies will cry about their loss

One of these days we will see lower prices
But not before I roll more ones with my DICES
They think all the MEQ books are enticing
I think that its time they started realizing

That there are other people who like to play too
Finally chaos won’t look like a zoo

Dark angels, blood angels their all the same
All of your rules and your saves are so lame
Maybe one day these armies you'll rid
When you all realize they were made for a kid

You don’t know the rules and you die seem real loaded
My stomach with MEQ hype is now bloated
They lust for our money and don’t give a hoot
GW's best at making me puke

(MErry Christmas)