Apologies to the Grinch, part 1
I posted this Christmas Time, 2019, and almost got Banned. I laugh at how Butt-Hurt I was over the Game Wipe. I took the name out and replaced it with REDACTED. Of course I didn't quit, for some strange reason I love this game, and I love yawl too, even you red names. FOR ENTERTAINMENT ONLY, PLEASE NO BAN I. Happy Merry Holidays.
the [REDACTED] that stole chrismas
Gamers , liked the game quite a lot...
The New Server, for players, apparently cared NOT!
Money was why, no more players a'pleasing,
Greedy they were - No one quite knows the reason.
It could be their head wasn't screwed on just right.
It could be, perhaps, that their money was tight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that their heart was two sizes too small.
♫
You're a mean one, [REDACTED],
You really are a heel!
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
You're as charming as an eel, [REDACTED].
Years of Grinding, did your Greedy selves steal!! ♫
Whatever the reason, the heart or the cash,
They thought of a plan, a scheme they would hash,
Staring over the Ledger, a C.P.A Clown,
Though of more money, that might be New-found.
They saw the Nanbanners, their ships full of stuff,
and decided Certificates, and blue flags weren't enough.
♫
You're a monster, [REDACTED].
You took our Improved hole!
Your Barca's full of Rodents,
Your Platform needs to fold, [REDACTED].
I wouldn't touch you with a thirty-nine-and-a-half foot Polaca! ♫
"100 attack weapons, they keep them so near!"
"and Modified Ships!", they snarled with a sneer,
"Soon is the Transfer, It's practically here!"
And they groaned, on the Calculator, noisily clacking,
"We must find a way for more funds to happen!"
♫
You're a vile one, [REDACTED].
You have termites in your smile!
You have all the tender sweetness
Of a seasick crocodile, [REDACTED].
Given the choice between the two of you
I'd take the seasick crocodile! ♫
"For all of these happy, sailing girls and boys,"
"Will just keep on playing, with all their old toys!"
"All those grinded for toys, those discovered toys"
"TOYS TOYS TOYS TOYS"
"We must find a way, to sell them more toys!"
"For they all, young and old, will play on this game."
"PLAY PLAY PLAY PLAY, but our profits the same."
♫
You're a foul one, [REDACTED].
You're a nasty wasty skunk!
Your rudder's filled with Algae,
Your soul is full of gunk, [REDACTED].
The three words that best describe you are,
and I quote: "Stink! Stank! Sunk!" ♫
"They will make their own foods, and"
"FEAST! FEAST! FEAST! FEAST!"
"They have their own recipes"
"To cook the Roast Beast"
"Not buying from us." - (liked it not in the least.)
"They'll feast on Oyster Omelette; food that they make."
"and Seafood pizza, Tuna Olive Steak!"
And THEN They'd do something they liked least of all!
Everyone in Seville, the tall and the small,
Would sit close together, Their Aides would Bazaar.
They'd come to buy, and sail from afar
and no ducats will go, in OUR cookie jar!"
"Why, for many years, they were buying, but now,"
"they must buy MORE, the question is: HOW?"