Every year I write some Christmas Carols based on whatever I happen to be into at the time. Last year it was Buffy, the year before Gravi, the year before that HYD. This year, it's City of Heroes. Let's start with a guest carol, written by
hedgehog39. I think you'll agree it's hysterical.
( Grinding Mobs, to the tune of Jingle Bells )My offerings:
The 1st level hero
Is most likely to be
Hanging around Coyote.
The 2nd level hero
Is most likely to be
Getting his first contact
and a'slummin' around Galaxy.
The 3rd level hero
Is most likely to be
Beatin' up some Hellions,
Trying his first door mish,
and begging to all: "PL me!"
The 4th level hero
Is most likely to be
In the Atlas red zone,
on a team,
begging for a rez,
and streethunting for some XP.
The 5th level hero
Is most likely to be
Dead In Kings Row!
Totally outclassed,
on his face,
Licking up the dirt,
and transported back to Galaxy.
The 6th level hero
Is most likely to be
Heading for the Hollows
(Pool Power Time!)
Meeting David Wincott,
in a jam
Aggro'ing 2 mobs,
And ready to call a taxi.
The 7th level hero
Is most likely to be
Stocked up with Awakens,
In Electric Eel's lair,
Knee Deep In Trolls!
Looking for some Dyne,
far in debt,
Avoiding the Thorns,
And still dreaming of getting TP.
( Oh Little Town of Paragon )There are, of course, other offerings, such as "The Little Scrapper Boy" and "Raiders We Have Killed on High," and of course, "'Brains,' The Herald Reaper Sings." But the
piece de resistance is the following little ditty (which will be funnier if you frequent the CoH forums)...
( Good King Statesman )We do parties, Bar Mitzvahs, etc. etc. etc. Good night everybody.