The Worlds of Kaomaris

Lardmaster wrote:Ha. My wife is the writer in our family. Had her first story published the other week as t happens. I'm more of a player of games. Which incidentally is the title of one of my favourite books. Eerie eh?

Twas the Night Before the Champs
By: Egbert

(with apologies to Major Henry Livingston Jr., and Dr.Seuss)

‘Twas the night before the Champs, and all through our World,
No players were fighting, no flag was unfurled.
Wayne and Nick made the maps, two lists of names were achieved,
While all the players hoped turn #00 would soon be received.

The players were nestled all snug at their computers,
While normal people were shopping, or going to Hooters.
You see, these players were obsessive --- so obsessive it seems,
That visions of starting positions danced in their dreams.

Egbert and Lardmaster were going over each name,
Wondering how only 2 Scholars wound up in their game.
“I don’t understand it,” the Great Egbert whined.
“We have more VPs than all other clans combined!”

“Well, Coolant is hosting,” Lardmaster replied.
And Count Henri knows only WOK4 --- not WOK5.”
“Well get ready,” said Egbert, “to deal with the usual bull,
Because with 2 Ar-Seregs, we’ll have our hands full.”

Lardmaster looked at the names, and studied them well.
Then he read them out loud, as if chanting a spell:
“We have Underdog, Jadg, Calidus, and Yarosund,
Massielita, Bjorn, Dark Monk, and Dameon.”

Meanwhile, in Chicago, Dameon was laughing,
He was already emailing people for NAP-ing.
“Those Scholars will never expect,” the Ar-Sereg grinned,
That I’ll have this thing won before it even begins!”

The Circle of Nine was also meeting that night,
Bragging that they couldn’t possibly lose this big fight.
“One of us 3 will win,” Calidus said with a smirk,
“When players attack the Prominent Ones, that’s when we’ll go to work!”

“Yes,” agreed Underdog, “That’s a nice plan.”
“We’ll say, ‘Eg, Nick, or Massi --- now THERE’S your man!’”
Bjorn said, “My low profile’s made me unknown --- and that’s fine!
That will make things even easier for the Circle of Nine!”

Time zones were a problem, Yarosund quickly discerned,
“Here, it’s already tomorrow,” said Massi, “So where is my turn?”
Massi was explaining to Yaro his best strategy.
“Lately, suicide attacks have worked best for me.”

Dark Monk was busy as usual, doing other things WOK.
Even to Queen Pea, he had no time to talk.
He sees an email from Jadg, and finally remembers the name.
Then looks at Wayne’s website: “Eh, am I in this game?”

The same thing was happening with the Vice-Champs of WOK4,
With the players all scheming --- and then scheming some more.
Nestalawe, Coolant, Count H., Tristao, Lord Fredo,
Undertaker, Queen Pea, Allister, Mojie and Carlow.

The stage was all set, and at a quarter past two,
The hosts prepared the reports without further adieu.
Did they spy a sleigh in the sky, at a quarter to three?
They both rubbed their eyes. “Nah --- couldn’t be.”

Then from each player’s computer there arose such a wail,
They rushed to see what was the matter, and heard “You’ve got mail!”
And they read at the top of each report, a message, red and bright:
“Happy Holidays to All --- and to All, a Good Fight!”

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