Being it is Christmas day here already, a Very Merry Christmas to all. And just thought you should know, I saw Santa riding a Cutlass last night filled with presents and cheer.
Merry Christmas!
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SkippyLeDoo
Lame Title
Ahh, Christmas, the day during which the world embraces TEST doctrine by destroying the hulls of gift boxes.
Admiral_Nolan
not dead
And here I was hoping for Auroras and beer. Oh well, MERRY CHRISTMAS to all!
(I'll just go buy my own beer):(
(I'll just go buy my own beer):(
Merry Christmas all!
I have mine all planned: a little Star Citizen, some Elite Dangerous, too much food, and a bunch of booze. Going to be great.
I have mine all planned: a little Star Citizen, some Elite Dangerous, too much food, and a bunch of booze. Going to be great.
AntiSqueaker
Space Marshal
A special parody just for TEST. Hope you enjoy.
'Twas the night before TESTmas, when all through the ship
Not a drunk was stirring, not even a crab;
The bottles were hung by the reactor with care,
In hopes that St. Montoya soon would be there;
The TESTies were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of kegs and stuff danced in their heads;
And Seung in his 'kerchief, and Citizen 404 his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long night's nap,
When out on the starboard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the bridge I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and threw up the snack.
The star on the breast of the new-destroyed asteroid,
Gave a luster of twilight to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a Carrack and eight tiny Hornets,
With a drunk old driver so clumsy and sick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Montoya.
More rapid than M50s his coursers they came,
And he shouted, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Munken! now, Vastaire! now Thrashdog and Vapsyvox!
On, Egriz! on, ChrizZ! on, TestBot and DirtyScoundrel!
To the top of the hangar! to the top of the bridge!
Now fly away! fly away! fly away all!"
As ions that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the bridge the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of beer, and St. Montoya too—
And then, in a clatter, I heard on the roof
The skidding and screeching of each little skid.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the exhaust shaft St. Montoya came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A collection of ales he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a bartender just opening his rack.
His eyes—how they glazed! his dimples, how dreary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the non-hair on his head was as white as the snow;
The stump of a bottle cap he held tight in his teeth,
And the booze, it encircled his stomach like a wreath;
He had a strong face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was muscular and bald, a right jolly young guy,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the bottles; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his Carrack, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight—
“Happy TESTmas to all, and to all a good Year 2015!”
'Twas the night before TESTmas, when all through the ship
Not a drunk was stirring, not even a crab;
The bottles were hung by the reactor with care,
In hopes that St. Montoya soon would be there;
The TESTies were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of kegs and stuff danced in their heads;
And Seung in his 'kerchief, and Citizen 404 his cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long night's nap,
When out on the starboard there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.
Away to the bridge I flew like a flash,
Tore open the door and threw up the snack.
The star on the breast of the new-destroyed asteroid,
Gave a luster of twilight to objects below,
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a Carrack and eight tiny Hornets,
With a drunk old driver so clumsy and sick,
I knew in a moment he must be St. Montoya.
More rapid than M50s his coursers they came,
And he shouted, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Munken! now, Vastaire! now Thrashdog and Vapsyvox!
On, Egriz! on, ChrizZ! on, TestBot and DirtyScoundrel!
To the top of the hangar! to the top of the bridge!
Now fly away! fly away! fly away all!"
As ions that before the wild hurricane fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky;
So up to the bridge the coursers they flew
With the sleigh full of beer, and St. Montoya too—
And then, in a clatter, I heard on the roof
The skidding and screeching of each little skid.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the exhaust shaft St. Montoya came with a bound.
He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,
And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot;
A collection of ales he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a bartender just opening his rack.
His eyes—how they glazed! his dimples, how dreary!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,
And the non-hair on his head was as white as the snow;
The stump of a bottle cap he held tight in his teeth,
And the booze, it encircled his stomach like a wreath;
He had a strong face and a little round belly
That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.
He was muscular and bald, a right jolly young guy,
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And filled all the bottles; then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose;
He sprang to his Carrack, to his team gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he flew out of sight—
“Happy TESTmas to all, and to all a good Year 2015!”
Groundstain
Grand Admiral
OneViolence
Rear Admiral
Cherry christday! I hope you have a happy new year, filled with awesome new modules and other things too.
GeoToaster
Space Marshal
WarrenPeace
Space Marshal
Merry Christmas, and happy Hanukkah, and happy Kwanzaa, and any other winter holiday you may celebrate!
Captain Easy
Commander
Merry Christmas TEST pilots! May your presents be grand and your Turkey be stuffed!
Merry Christmas, and don't forget your payments!
Attachments
Merry Christmas everyone! May your day drinking turn into night drinking and may you end up like this:
Or...
Maynard- And Happy Festivus to you... Enjoy the Festivus for the rest of us.. here is your tre..errr poll:
But also.. enjoy a "Holiday/Festivus Elf"
I'll be celebrating my Christmas when I get home... but thought I share these good images that were sent to me throughout the day ;)
Or...
Maynard- And Happy Festivus to you... Enjoy the Festivus for the rest of us.. here is your tre..errr poll:
But also.. enjoy a "Holiday/Festivus Elf"
I'll be celebrating my Christmas when I get home... but thought I share these good images that were sent to me throughout the day ;)
