A visit from Krampus
'Twas the night before Christmas in Britannia's fair lands, Not a bot was a-stirring through Trinsic's grand stands. The automated trains flew through Moonglow and Yew, While sampires roamed with power anew.
In the stables, rare horses of colors so bright, Pranced and preened under the moon's gentle light. Treasure maps whispered of evils untold, As adventurers sought hidden riches and gold.
The cheaters and crooks caused a ruckus and din, While forums were filled with complaints and chagrin. From Trammel's safe havens to Felucca's wilds, The tales of the land stretched for miles and miles.
Yet amid all the chaos, the developers stood tall, Creating a world that we cherished most of all. With mods as our heroes, keeping order and peace, Ensuring our journeys would never cease.
So as we gather 'round on this festive night, In gratitude for a community so bright, Let's celebrate the game that brings us cheer, And thank all who make it great, year after year.
"Happy Christmas to all," we shout with delight, "And to all in Britannia, a magical night!"
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