Its That Time of Year Again...

`Twas the night before Friday, and all through the house, not an I/O was stirring, not even the mouse. The suggestions were hung by the Help Center with care, in hopes that the game staff soon would be there. The newbies were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of pwnage danced in their heads. And Pandy in her `kerchief, and lothor in his cap, had just settled down for a long VM nap. When out on the forum there arose such a clatter, I sprang from dp to see what was the matter. Away to the computer I flew like the flash, Pulled up the browser and refreshed the cache. The moon on the breast of the new fallen snow, gave the luster of spacecrack to objects below. When what to my wondering eyes should beswirl, but a green honda hybrid, and eight tiny nerve-squirrels. And a little old driver, so lively and quick, I thought to myself, ` Malaysian saint nick`. More rapid than eagles his cousers they came, and he whistled and shouted and called them by name. "Now quaint, now Gronoria, now Maraudian and Hiigarans. On Eternus, On qwerty, On bomocho and Euthanasia. To the top of the game lists, to the top of them all, Now edit away, edit away, edit away all !" As stoned ducks before the wild hurricane fly, when they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, So up to the server, the nerve squirrels they scurried, with a bag full of updates, and Stephen in a hurry. And then, in a twinkling, I heard in the chat, the pawing and ganwing of each mutant rat. As I opened a new tab, and was turning around, down the network, Stephen came with a bound. He was dressed all in cotton, from his head to his knees, and his clothes were all tarnished with source code and cheese.