"Twas the night before Gamescom, when all thru the forum
Not a dev was stirring, not even a QA.
The threads were posted on the forum with care,
In hopes that Yanick Roy would soon be there.
The fans were nestled all snug in their threads,
With visions of Exploration dancing in their heads.
And Mike in his 'kerchief and Mac in his cap
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the websites there arose such a clatter
Fans sprang from their threads to see what was the matter.
Away to the journos fans flew like a flash,
Tore open the links and threw up the screen caps.
The moon on the websites of the new fallen info-dump,
Gave the lustre of spoilers to the info below,
When what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature teaser, and 8 tiny game devs.
With a little old GM so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be Aaryn Flynn.
More rapid than eagles his game devs they came,
And he whistled and shouted and called them by name.
"Now Gamble! Now Walters! Now Hendricks! Now Barrett!
On Lemay! On Jay! On Manveer and JoAnna!
To the top of the industry! To the top of the triple A!
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As dry leaves before the wild hype train fly
When they meet with an obstacle, they mount to the sky.
So up to the forum the devs they flew,
With an info dump full of spoilers, and Aaryn Flynn, too.
And then in a twinkling, I heard in the Twitter thread
The prancing and pawing of each little dev.
As I finished my post about how I wanted more banter,
Down into the forums Aaryn Flynn did enter.
He was dressed all in fur from his head to his foot
And his clothes were all tarnished from ashes and soot.
A bundle of spoilers he had flung on his back,
And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack.
His eyes how they twinkled! His dimples how merry!
His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow
Then he uttered the words, "The Feels--Oh."
The stump of a felt tip marker he held tight in his teeth,
And the blurry ambiguity encircled his head like a wreath.
He had spectacles perched on the end of his nose
That shook when laughed and said, "No Shepard 2.0."
He was good-natured and sincere, a right jolly old GM.
And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work
And filled all the threads then turned with a jerk,
And laying his finger aside of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the forum he rose.
He sprang back to his Twitter, to his devs gave a whistle,
And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Spoilers to All! And to All a Good Night!"
...........
....ahem...
..i'll get my coat...