'Twas the Night before IRCmas

A holiday video done for the users and staff of EvangelionIRC Networks. Merry Christmas, Happy Holidays, and Happy New Year!

The lyrics are below, (c) 2010 Alan C. Parson
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server,
Not a chatter was stirring, not even Spider.
The stockings were hung by the chanops with care,
in hopes that St. O-Line soon would be there.

Our chatters were nestled all snug in their beds,
while visions of IRC Op danced in their heads.
And Tiffy in her 'kerchief, and I with my hat,
had just smacked Jeremy down for being a prat. (We love you man. :D)

When down in the channel, there arose such a clatter,
Administration sprang from their beds, to see what was the matter.
Away to our computers we flew with a dash,
Turned off the screen saver, and opened up bash.

The light of our screen on our tired weary eyes,
gave the appearance that we might just cry.
When what to our bleary eyes should appear,
but some damn idiot, drunk on his beer.

With his fingers a-flying, all over the keys,
we knew he was probably down on his knees.
More rapid than a rail gun, the spam, it all came!
He advertised his pathetic network, and called it by name!

"Now Crasher, now Basher, now Pedobear and CamVixen,
On, morons! On, tards! on, on SPAWN and his women!
To the main channel! Post on my Facebook wall!
Now come away, come away! Come away and BAWWWWW!"

Like a match to dry leaves, his spam it did fly,
It met with the spamfilter, was pwned by and by.
So out from the channel, his nick had been kicked.
When he decided to be a skiddie, and try to be a dick.

And then with some beeping, I heard in my room,
A sound that should have marked impending doom.
As I grabbed for my coffee, and loading my toys,
The bots came flooding, harassment by boys.

They were nicked all at random,
their messages the same,
They were calling us all gay,
and lots of more flames.

My eyes-how they twinkled. My mouth, how merry!
I was drunk off some really fine sherry!
My fingers did fly, across all my keys,
I played a fast tempo, always sure to please.

A cig in my mouth, and caffeine in my veins,
I started taking the skiddie in reins.
A quick call for help, from my skilled staff,
Some of the more intelligent, couldn't help but laugh.

A simple type of flood, really quite sad.
Only a newbie would get quite so mad.
He had been called, a pedo and a flirt,
and because of all this, he got real butthurt.

Staff spoke no more words, and went straight to our work.
We pwned all the bots, an example for that jerk.
Our work it was done, the server as clean as a Sony.
The skiddie had been beaten, he got rode by a Pwny.

We stepped away, all of us to our beds,
The place was quiet, done with a calm head.
And we heard Alan exclaim, as he turned out the light,
"If you interrupt us again, I swear that we'll fight!"

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• Christmas