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09/09/09(Wed)22:07 No.5795640And then the littlest kobold of all, Stood there before him, with his scarf oh so small. "He said, silly, human, you don't comprehend, "Today is Tarrasquemas, all conflict must end!"
"For tomorrow we'll go back to the things that we do, "You'll try to kill us and we'll try to kill you. "But until then, why don't we be nice to each other. "For one day, let PCs and mobs be like brothers!"
Then the munchkin looked round him at the monsters so sweet, And thought to himself, "That's a lot of XP." He drew his sword then and he started to charge. But was promptly crushed under a foot oh so large.
Today is Tarrasquemas, the day for good cheer, But if you're an asshole, you're dead now, you hear? Because Grampy Tarry's patrolling the streets. So if you're not nice, you will wind up dead meats.
So drink up your ale and your eggnog so tasty, And share with your friends some pudding that's hasty. Give away presents for 1d4 days, And let your GM know that he's doing okay.
Let's run with the Tarrasque as he bounds through the town, And when the day's over, we'll see him burrow down, To the center of the Earth where he'll sleep all the day Dreaming of next year, the next Tarrasquemas Day. |