Obelisk Sergeant Report

2003/12/26, 5:35 AM, Battleteam Leader - Battleteam The Dark Angels

Santa Claus stops his sleigh on top of the HPG party hall.

He grabs bag and starts his descend through the chimney.

"Ho... sniff Ho... AlcoHol..." his eyes scan the room... seeing multiple alcoholic corpses lying on the floor.

"Very well... the first one is...Zacfer."(Yes. Zacfer is the donkey of the week and donkey always comes first, don't ask why:)

Santa puts a package under Zacfer's arm. One Guardian robe. "Next one is...Mooky." He stalks over several drunk sobs till he reaches Mooky sleeping on the floor. He puts a brand new Protector robe under his arm then walks over to the next, Tarax Kor, the bloke that recently ended in this hole. Tarax gets a reddish (okay, more pink in his case because of public demand) Guardian robe. Next in line is the sneaky, never be seen, never be heard of Kilmor who gets a Protector robe. "Now to this do-no-good Sergeant of this merry band of drunken wasters, Beowulf" He slips a Jedi Hunter robe under Beowulf's furry arm.

Santa takes a deep look into his bag. "Damn, still one package left. Amducious... where's this Amducious guy?" He looked all across the room but couldn't spy out that one person. To his awful surprise, some of the drunk corpses started moving again, he had to leave. He scowled, then jetted back up the chimney. "Damnit it.. one package not delivered. Looks like this Am... WHAT THE...?" Santa didn't manage to end his sentence for his eyes couldn't believe what he saw. There was a goat, happily humping his reindeers. He grabbed the package still left and seductively waved it in front of the grinning goat. Big goatish eyes started to follow every movement of the package. "Here boy... good lad. Your Apprentice robe... go fetch!" Santa threw the package off the roof, the goat jumping after it with a loud "Geronemoooooo" yell. He took seat in his sleigh, the reindeers lifted the sleigh off the roof and he was happy that from now on, he's got one year of peace before he must return here.

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Hey people, last report for this year:) As fiction indicated, Santa meant well with us (Or somebody seduced Ric, I don't know which version to believe:).

A lot of promotions came through and a good load of medals rolled. Also, I'm very happy to see that old members as newcomers like Tarax Kor both show activity. That's a darn good sign and it's surely bound to make some people above us in the chicken ladder very happy. I cannot command but I do hope it stays that way. But bout that, we can think in the new year, till then, merry xmas and a happy new years eve to all of you. I surely hope we don't end with blown off limbs or other grave injuries.

Medal Awards:

Vicious delivered 2 chopped heads this week. The heads were fresh, the higher ups impressed, Vicious leaves with two CoFs and an emerald star:)

Mooky woke up from slumber. Being utterly grumpy after getting up earlyin the morning, he already killed somebody just cause he felt like. One head earns him one CoF:)

Beowulf (yeah, I like referring to myself in third person singular) got into his car this week and drove alot. The result of that were 2 dead postmen , 1 severely injured beyblade playing kiddy on the ped and a squished black cat (I sure don't like bad luck, so I made sure this one never crossed my way.) After putting all the dead meat into Halc's chamber, he gave me 4 CoFs and a Sapphire Star just to be so nice to remove it again.

Well... that's all the xmas rambling I have for you today. We all shall meet in next year for more new year rambling as I hope.