Twas the Night Before A Furcadia Update
‘Twas the night before a furcadia update and all through the game;
Not a ninja was stirring not even for fame.
You see he was must beloved for a funny but infamous crime,
Of crashing the server at least seven times!
The players were weaving and patching their beds;
While visions of the Second Dreaming danced in their heads.
The Primes were restless, paws and claws a tap,
Except for a brunien who settled for the long winter’s nap.
When out from the Heimdall there arose such a clatter;
Prompting Horton and Tribble to see what was the matter.
Away to the channels the beekins flew like a flash;
Threw on their badges and were there in a dash!
Support tickets abounded with huffs and stares;
With hopes that Cironir would soon be there!
All was well after the bugges did appear,
With the statement that net weather was to blame I fear.
So it was back to dreams and RP, so lively and quick,
While Emmie requested certain projects to get preference of picks.
Dr. Cat’s pending