'Twas the night before Animemas

'Twas the night before Animemas, when all through the house

Not a stick was controlling, not even a mouse.



An anime figure set near others with care,

In hopes that Animemas soon would be there;

The nerds were all nestled and snug in their beds,

While anime tiddy danced in their heads.



Some brought their stick, and some brought a pad,

Reaction times good, but most of them bad.

In a parking lot far from the venue they ran,

A Melty Blood tourney in a windowless van.



The discussion of tiers, was always the same

"Nerf the entire cast, except for my main."

Then occasionally a scrub chimed in and said

"Your game is imbalanced, kusoge, or dead."



Then what to our bloodshoted eyes did appear,

But a squad of otaku with a 6 pack of beer,

They shown with excitement to get into the fray,

Warmed up from training for this very day.



More rapid than shit-posts on twitter they came,

They whistled, and shouted, and hyped them by name:

"Air Dasher! Smash cancer! and now Central Fiction!

On, +R! on, UniB! on, Xrd to blitz them!



To the top of the eight, we would wish for us all!

back dash away! dash away! break Hammerfall!

As losses are taken with frustrated sigh,

When met with an obstacle, to the lab we retry;



Soon off to the majors the players would go

With a pocket of cash, for that money match bro;

And then, drunk on Cobra, I heard in the room

The rumble of casuals and the rare sonic boom.



As I poked in my head, I was looking to fight,

I sat at a setup, to stay there all night.

Dressed in game branded shirts, from our necks to our pants,

The neutral was frantic. The footsies, a dance;



There was meaty on wakeup and DP reversal,

The combos were brutal after so much rehearsal.

There was abare and oki and IADs too,

YRC fireballs through the air flew.



It was later that evening, the OG arrived;

He was late to the party, it had been a long drive;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his game,

The mass gathered 'round him to revel in fame,



The OG fought on and kicked everyone's butts,

Aspiring to beat him, the new blood showed guts;

He got up and offered his spot to a friend,

Though none of us wanted for his games to end.



But I heard him exclaim, at the height of the night—

“Happy Animemas to all, and to all a good fight!”

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