Continue the Christmas Poem! 2015

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:boco: CONTINUE THE CHRISTMAS POEM! :wolf:

{2015}


You better watch out, you better not cry, because Santa Claus is coming to town…and his fate lies in your hands! Welcome to 'Continue the Christmas Poem', where we all put our heads together to create a wacky, festive poem one line at a time!


Here's how it's going down:


  • We're writing a Christmas poem! The event officially begins with the pre-set line below, following which other members can contribute only one additional line at a time.
  • New lines must rhyme (silly/imperfect rhymes are allowed, but keep it as close as possible. Need rhyming help? Try an online rhyming dictionary!).
  • Members can (and are encouraged to!) contribute more than one line, but double posting lines is not allowed--at least one member must post in between two of your posts.
  • The poem should be a Final Fantasy-Christmas crossover on the whole, but not every line is required to contain references to either topic.
  • That being said, feel free to roll with whatever the person above you started, or divert things to a wildly different direction.
  • At the same time, each line must logically connect. For example: if the latest line is "The Moogle sat eating a Christmas cookie," the following line can't be "Because Vaan's abs are weird and spooky." If you want to comment on Vaan's abs, introduce him to the story in one line and work in a comment about his abs in the next. If Vaan is already present in the story, then disregard this rule. You get the idea.
  • On that note, comments about Vaan's abs are permitted, but not required. Same goes for Moogles eating Christmas cookies.
  • Keep discussion in this thread to a minimum! All posts must contain an addition to the poem, but a comment or two in parentheses is ok. No derailing the thread!
  • Keep it clean (no sexual references, gross humor, extreme violence, etc).
  • The event will officially end at midnight, December 20, CST. Click here for a clock of CST time.
  • At that time, the last person to have posted a qualifying entry to the poem wins! Posts dated later than the established cutoff will not be counted for the winnings (but the poem can continue regardless for as long as members wish to keep adding to it)!
  • Everyone who contributes at least one line to the poem before the cutoff date gets 50 Gil for participating. This prize is per-user, not per-post.
  • One grand prize winner (whoever posts last before the cutoff date) will receive 1GP on top of the 50 Gil standard prize!

Sound good? Good!

And now, without further ado, our poem:


…BEGIN!

:thornberry:



'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.

UPDATE: The contest is now over! Congratulations to our 'winner', Rudolph for making the last qualifying post before the cutoff date! Everyone be on the lookout for their prizes soon!

That being said, feel free to keep adding to the poem for as long as you like! Just bear in mind that from this point on new entries will not constitute rewards.

Big thanks to everyone for participating and making the first year of this competition a success, and have a Merry Christmas!
 
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'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.

The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.


:prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly::prickly:
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.


The lead Toberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.

@Mitsuki, what have you created? :wacky:
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Toberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.

The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"


What happened to the line that ended with "food"? Does that not get a rhyme? Poor LJ. :|
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of this thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled

Phew, we needed a paragraph!

 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand

For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details.
Sephiroth chuckled at the Golden Chocobos, "your strength pales; no one has any clue what my Meteor project entails!"
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details.
Sephiroth chuckled at the Golden Chocobos, "your strength pales; no one has any clue what my Meteor project entails!"
Hand held aloft, Sephiroth entreated; for Black Meteor to descend and leave all enemies defeated.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight.
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details.
Sephiroth chuckled at the Golden Chocobos, "your strength pales; no one has any clue what my Meteor project entails!"
Hand held aloft, Sephiroth entreated; for Black Meteor to descend and leave all enemies defeated.

And amidst Kuja's song Shinji Hashimoto joined Sephiroth anon, saying 'Please be excited'.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details.
Sephiroth chuckled at the Golden Chocobos, "your strength pales; no one has any clue what my Meteor project entails!"
Hand held aloft, Sephiroth entreated; for Black Meteor to descend and leave all enemies defeated.
And amidst Kuja's song Shinji Hashimoto joined Sephiroth anon, saying 'Please be excited'.

Despite this usual tease, the fans remained unimpressed; barely batting an eyelid, when Sephiroth undressed.
 
'Twas the night before Christmas when all through the night, not a Moogle was stirring, not even a mite.
The air was crisp, the snow pure white, the Tonberries beaming with pure delight
The chef knives were glinting all covered with blood, while hundreds of Cactuar fell with a thud.
Lalafells fled in any direction they could, as none of them seemed to want to be mashed spud.
All the Miqo'tes who were out hunting, now decided to try a new recipe for their food.
The lead Tonberry's eyes gleamed with delight, and he brandished his knife, prepared for a fight.
The angry Behemoth towered tall with monstrous might, and poor Tonberry could not match his height.
Amidst the chaos was Kuja singing a song; "Look at all this disharmony in December - it really moistens my thong!"
While Golden Chocobos ready to push the sleigh, getting ready to jingle all the way

Bahamut (THE DRAGON) poked his head, around the corner of the thread,
Just to see if he could embezzle the presents laying on the sled
Sephiroth surveyed the scene looking for a maiden to impale, only to instead chop up the crafty dragon's tail.
Golden chocobos come to take a stand, and protect the presents from Sephrioths hand
For once there was no tears at Sephiroths actions, except for lizards every where who began to wail.
And weep they did, their limbs like a flail, 'till grief tightened their chests, and they couldn't inhale.
Flickering in their minds as their eyes observed failure, hidden aspects of the quest revealed their details.
Sephiroth chuckled at the Golden Chocobos, "your strength pales; no one has any clue what my Meteor project entails!"
Hand held aloft, Sephiroth entreated; for Black Meteor to descend and leave all enemies defeated.
And amidst Kuja's song Shinji Hashimoto joined Sephiroth anon, saying 'Please be excited'.


Despite this usual tease, the fans remained unimpressed; barely batting an eyelid, when Sephiroth undressed.
"I am hardly enamoured, Sephiroth," Kuja stressed, "for MY bounteous body is unrivalled and is never uncaressed!"
 
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