Githmas Approaches...

[Taven]

Everyone knows that Githmas is a time-honored tradition in Zalanthas, where Sandy Claws comes to visit and reward those who are best at Murder, Corruption, and Betrayal. In this time of great cheer, bloodshed, and celebration, nothing sets the tone like some old holiday classics, brought to you from across the Known lands...

I encourage everyone to post their favorite tunes.

[Taven]

This first is a holiday classic from the land of sand, sun, and bloody executions. Contrary to recent world changes, this is NOT Tuluk, but rather good ol' fashioned Allanak. Hold on to your deceased kanks, folks, and give it up for SCREAMS AND YELLS! composed by your favorite Fale Whatsit, Tressy Tressed!




Screams and Yells


Screams and yells, screams and yells,
On Arena day,
Oh, what fun it is to watch,
A gladiator slay!
Screams and yells, screams and yells,
Bloody all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to watch,
A gladiator slay!

Sitting in the stands,
Watching gladiators slay,
Observing bloody sport so grand,
Clapping all the way,
Bells in city ring,
Making spirits bright,
What fun it is to watch and cheer,
The gladiators fight!

Screams and yells, screams and yells,
On Arena day,
Oh, what fun it is to watch,
A gladiator slay!
Screams and yells, screams and yells,
Bloody all the way,
Oh, what fun it is to watch,
A gladiator slay!

[Harmless]

Arena Bells

City streets, quiet streets
Dressed in Borsail-style
In the stands
There's a feeling
of Githmas
Nobles laughing
Commoners chiding
Meeting grin after grin
And on every street corner you'll hear

Arena bells, Arena bells
It's Bloodbath Barani in the city
ring- a- ling hear them ring
soon there will be more corpses to decay

[slvrmoontiger]

These are great, thank you for sharing them.

[Fujikoma]

Rudolph, the blood beaked erdlu,
Had a very naughty nose,
And if you ever saw it,
Soon you would be in Drov.

All of the other erdlu,
Ran around with stumps and reigns,
All this would seem to Rudolph,
To classify insane.

Then one stormy githmas eve,
Sandy came to say,
Rudolph with your beak so red,
Won't you go and slay them dead.

Then how the erdlu feared him,
Broke loose and took to flee,
Rudolph the red beaked erdlu,
Left fields of stumps gory.

Bleh, I tried.

[Nyr]

regifted

My gift to you:

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'Twas the night before Githmas, when all through the city
not a PC was kilt in a manner unshitty;
The PKs were done without thought for the ending,
in hopes that Tektolnes would soon come attending.
The children were nestled all snug in a bed,
but nightmares of gypsies filled them with cold dread.
Their mother and father both wore tandu caps,
for fear they'd be easy to pwn in headwraps,
when outside the window there came such a clatter,
to their great surprise, it was a rope ladder.
Away from the window one flew like a hawk,
and wished up to the staff in hopes of a talk.
The light of Lirathu was glowing so brightly,
it revealed to all present a vision unsightly.
Why, what sort of sight brought them back with two yanks?
'Twas an enormous sleigh led by eight undead kanks,
and a sizable mantis with descriptive flaws--
they knew in a moment it was Sandy Claws.
More rapid than erdlu his extinct kanks came
and he whistled and clicked as he called them by name;
(The couple could not understand a damned word--
with such a low "listen," it's amazing they heard!
They could've pasted it publicly on the GDB...
but the staff would just say that it was too IC.)
As dry sands that before the fierce desert storms fly,
when they meet a noob without direction sense high,
so up to the Tower the undead kanks flew,
with a sleigh full of poison--and old Sandy Claws, too.
And then, without warning, a great flash of light
pierced the sky, making day what was formerly night.
Behold:  surrounded by His black robed cronies
floated He-Who-Saved-Us, the Dragon, Tektolnes.
He was dressed all in fur, on his front and his sides,
(how did he find that many gwoshi hides?)
His robe-wearing boys, they had old Tek's back,
prepared to defend their Highlord from attack.
His eyes--oh, they twinkled, and flashed forth with fire,
then the couple beheld a great battle transpire:
Ol' Sandy Claws drew back his giant war bow,
peraine on the tip of his green-fletched arrow.
The stump of a pipe poked right out of Tek's mouth,
and the smoke from the spice began to drift south--
taking the form of a smoke-powered dragon,
it crashed 'gainst the sleigh like a Byn-driven wagon.
Distracted, confused, old Sandy's shot missed
and skewered a Black Robe's wand-clutching fist.
That wand fired off flames at the undead insects:
They burned alive (dead--in some respects).
With sleigh all asunder and kanks all a-fried,
Good Sandy Claws knew that his four arms were tied.
The Highlord just grinned, and he winked at the bug,
his victory certain, he spoke with a shrug.
"I handled Luir and I bested Muk Utep,
battling me was your biggest misstep.
I destroyed a great city--or haven't you heard?
All that it took were five simple words."
Sandy Claw's mandibles weren't designed
to speak in the tongues of dwarf, elf, and mankind,
but defeated, he tried--his words slow and leaden:
"Merry...Githmas...to all...and to all..."


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[Down Under]

Good King Tektolnes looked out, on the Feast of Stephen,
When the sand lay round about, deep and crisp and even;
Brightly shone the moon that night, tho' the Sun was cruel,
When a poor man came in sight, gathering dung and fuel.

"Hither, Samos, and stand by me, if thou know'st it, telling,
Yonder peasant, who is he? Where and what his dwelling?"
"Dragon, he lives a good league hence, underneath the mountain;
Right against the corpse pile fence, by the Reynolte fountain."

"Bring me flesh, and bring me wine, bring me pine logs hither:
Thou and I shall see him dine, when we bear them thither. "
Page and monarch, forth they went, forth they went together;
Through the rude wind's wild lament and the bitter weather.

"Dragon, the night is darker now, and the wind blows stronger;
Fails my heart, I know not how; I can go no longer."
"Mark my footsteps, good my page. Tread thou in them boldly
Thou shalt find the night's cold rage freeze thy blood less coldly."

In his master's steps he trod, where the sand lay dinted;
Heat was in the very sod which the Dragon printed.
Therefore, Southern men, be sure, wealth or rank possessing,
Ye who now will eat the poor, shall yourselves find dinner.

[WithSprinkles]

Carol of the Arena Bells

Hark How The Bells
Arena Bells
All Seem To Say
It's Time To Slay

Githmas is Here
Bringing the Fear
Of Death And Cold
To Meek and Bold

Ding-Dong, Ding-Dong!
That Is Their Song
With Mighty Ring
Let The Bells Sing!

From Far and Near
Hear The Crowds Cheer
Screams Everywhere
Filling The Air

Blood on the ground
Jeers all around
Joy in their eyes
See how he dies!

Oh, The Bells Ring
Proudly They Sing
Deathknells of Cheer
Githmas is here

Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Githmas!
Merry, Merry, Merry, Merry Githmas!

Warriors Rend
Fight Without End
Answer the Call
And Slay Them All

[PriestlySiren]

Lava Wonderland. For those who have a problem with Githmas.

Over the ground, lies a layer of ash,
When they did fight, Nak kicked Tuluk's ass.
Two hearts are thrillin',
In spite of the killin' weather.

Gypsy bells ring, are ya listenin'?
In the (table)lands, blood is glistenin''.
A beautiful sight, volcano placed right.
Walkin' in a lava wonderland.

Gone away is the verrin bird,
Ne'er to stay in the ash-lands,
Explorers wander this way,
And then go astray,
Walkin' in a lava wonderland.

In the rubble, we can build a skeleton,
And pretend it wasn't dead at all.
He'll ask if he's alive and we'll say no man,
But Gickers'll solve the prob when they're arooound.

Later on, things catch fire,
As the world becomes a pyre.
To face so damn afraid,
All the shit Tek just laid,
Walkin' in a lava wonderland.

[Harmless]

The Little Runner Boy

Come they told me, to run-run-run, run
A new-striped sarge to see, so run-run-run, run
Our urge to kill we bring, ha, run-run-run, run
Then, beaten bloody we sing, Ow, run-run-run, run,
Run run run, run, Run-run-run, run.

To get the sids we sing, Ha, Run-run-run, run
Now dead, we're done.

Little Runner boy, should run-run-run, run
I am a poor runner too, let's run-run-run, run
I have no ale to drink, Wah, run-run-run, run
I won't impress the King, I run-run-run, run
Run-run-run, run. Run-run-run, run.

Shall I spar with you, oh, run-run-run run,
Land on my bum.

The lieutenant grunted, pa-run run run, run
The beetles lived this time, don't run-run-run, run
Lost my head for Byn, shoulda run-run-run, run
I fought my best for the Byn, didn't run-run-run, run
run-run-run, run, Run-run-run, run

Then Drov smiled at me, now I'm done-done-done, done
I should have run.

[manonfire]

Land on my bum.

I lost it.

[Eluin]

His Light ye merry faithful
Let nothing you dismay
Remember him our saviour
Was born on Githmas day.
To save us from the Dragons power
When we were gone astray.
O tidings of comfort and joy,
Comfort and joy
O tidings of comfort and joy

[Taven]

Awwwww, yeah! We got us some fabulous classics for our Githmas, but remember folks, not all Githmas takes place in sand and shade. For some of those peeps out there, it's a positively radiant affair! Why, there's even some rumors that Githmas originated in that Ivory-White, Tuuuuluk! Be that as it may, here's a classic straight out of the deep north. Better listen and listen good, because Sandy Claws knows if you don't...


He Knows If...


You better scan on, you better not cry,
You better not pout, or you just might die,
Sandy Claws is comin' to town.

He's writing a list, checking it twice,
Gonna find out who's betrayin' or nice,
Sandy Claws is comin' to town.

He stealths when you are sleeping,
He knows when you're a kankin',
He knows if you've been bad or good,
So be good for corruption's sake.

You better watch out, you better murder that guy,
You better not pout, or you just might die,
Sandy Claws is comin' to town!

[Taven]

But the night's not over yet. Rumors are that Sandy Claws' slay is approaching, leaving a trail of blood and gore behind as it cruises in on Whira, so let's take a moment to remind ourselves of the true meaning of Githmas with a special song very close to my heart. Nothing gets you all warm and fuzzy like this song, folks! And remember, always treat your filthy half-breeds right, come Githmas day...


Malik the Sharp-Eared Half-Breed


You know Whiney and Shitface and Emo and Hawk,
You know Needy and Clingy and Indie-as-Fuck,
But do you recall,
The most famous half-breed of all...

Malik the sharp-eared half-breed,
Had some points on his ears,
And if you ever saw them,
You'd stop and spit and punch and leer,
All of the other people,
Used to laugh and call him names,
They never let breedy Malik,
Come to any arena games.

Then one slow and stormy day,
Sandy Claws came to say,
Malik your ears have such a point,
Why don't you the arena games anoint?

Then how the people loved him,
As they shouted out with glee,
Malik the sharp-eared half-breed,
We just want to see you bleed!

[Taven]

Now remember folks, it's not just those main Pit-Cities that celebrate Githmas. No-Sir-ee! Why, it's known all across the land that come every Githmas, you might have a very special treat, if you happen to head to the gorgeous, sand-in-your-face shores of that dusty Sea of Silt. I'm talking about the one and only Reeeeeeeed Storm! Yeeeeeah, the Cities are going to have a hard time if they expect to beat this Githmas favorite, and even the fabulous Kadius might be hard-pressed to find garments with more pizzazz!


Sandlord the Stormer


Sandlord the Stormer,
Has a love of sandcloth clothes,
With a sandcloak wrap and a sandcloath cloak,
And a town of misfit souls.

Sandlord the Stormer,
He exists they say,
We couldn't find him high or low,
But the stormers know,
How he came out once to slay.

There must have been some magick in the sandcloth clothes they found,
For when they sold them to that mul,
The Sandlord began to dance around.

Sandlord the Stormer,
Was alive as he could be,
And the other stormers say,
He could laugh while he slayed,
Just the same as you and me.

Sandlord the Stormer,
Knew the sand was storming that day,
So he said let's run,
And we'll have sme fun,
Before I mysteriously vanish away.

Down to the alleys,
With a frying pan in hand,
Running here and there and teasing muls about their lack of hair,
Saying catch me if you can

He led them down the streets of town,
Right to the sandcloth shop,
And he only paused a moment when
They heard the stall mul yell stop

Sandlord the Stormer,
Had to hurry on his way,
But he waved goodbye,
Saying don't you cry,
I'll be back again someday.

Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Look at Sandlord go
Thumpety thump thump
Thumpety thump thump
Perhaps he'll come back if we sew!

[Taven]

Now, I'm about to get real blunt honest with you here. Yes, this isn't any subtle shadow shit, this is the honest, bloody truth. Some people, they claim that Tuluk doesn't celebrate Githmas at all! Something about a festival with His Light instead. Well, let me tell you, I took a listen to one of the so-called non-Githmas songs, and I found it was filled to the brim with murder. Probably corruption and betrayal too, but mostly just plain, good, old fashioned Zalanthian murder. So pull up a chair, check to make sure your wine isn't poisoned, and stay the fuck out of your apartment while you listen to this feisty Tuluki tune, composed by Masterbard Effme Elkinhym...


Dagger, Dagger, Dagger


I have a little dagger,
I made it just to slay,
When I finish craft code,
Oh licence I shall pay.

Oh, dagger, dagger, dagger,
I made you out of clay,
And when I finish craft code,
Oh, dagger, we shall play.

Oh, dagger, dagger, dagger,
I used craft code and some wood,
And when you are all ready,
I'll get a licence to murder like I should.

Oh dagger, dagger, dagger,
I made you out of glass,
And when my fiery shiv is ready,
I'll stab them out in lands of grass.

Oh, dagger, dagger, dagger,
I dyed you colored gold,
And when the mastercraft is finished,
I'll kill that man so bold.

I have a little dagger,
I made it just to slay,
When I finish craft code,
Oh licence I shall pay.

[Taven]

Now, Sandyclaws may already have come for a lot of y'all, but for the rest of you, think about what you really want this Githmas season. Is it murder, filled with blood, gore, and/or subtly so hardcore nobody will ever notice they died? Is it corruption, so you can plop a big purse in front of that Templar and go around smoking spice on the streets? Is it that grand ol' moment when you get to betray someone and that sweet, kank-honey sweet feeling that goes with it?

We-e-e-ell, it could be those, or it could be none of the above. Remember, folks, not everyone in this game wants the chalton boots that you're wearing. Some of the people out there, why, they'll make you want to avoid the slaving houses in both city-states...


All I Want For Githmas is You


I don't want a lot for Githmas,
There is just one thing I need,
I don't care about the other presents
Sandyclaws could give to me.

I just want you for my own,
More then you could ever know,
I'll kidnap you it's true,
Because all I want for Githmas is you.

I don't need to use the wishcode,
On my account today,
Sandy Claws won't make me happy
With a toy on Githmas Day,

I just want you to own,
More then you could ever know,
To make my wish come true,
Borsail will enslave you,
Yo-o-o-o-u, baby~!

Oh, I won't ask for much this Githmas,
I won't even wish to get skill_throw,
And I'm just gonna keep on waiting,
Underneath the severed carru-toe.

I won't make a list and Way it,
To the Valley Pole for Mantis Nick,
I won't even stay awake
To hear the magick carru click.

'Cause I just want you here tonight,
Bound up in these ropes so tight,
What more can I do?
Baby all I want for Githmas is you,
Yo-o-o-o-u, baby~!

Oh, all the torchlight is shining
So brightly everywhere
And the sound of dying half-breeds
Fills the air

And Fale Whatsit's singing,
I hear the arena bells ringing,
Sandy, won't you bring me the one I really need?
Won't you please bring my baby to me?

Oh, I don't want a lot for Githmas,
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby,
In a slave collar outside my door.

Oh, I just want you for my own,
More then you could ever know
Make my wish come true,
Baby all I want for Githmas is you,
Yo-o-o-o-u, baby~!

[Taven]

If that wasn't a big enough dose of Githmas stalker for you, well, turn on your scan and prepare not to see someone unless they emote anyway, with this oldie but goody. This time of the year, we like to remind ourselves that this is a season about killing, and that anytime there's mysterious bloody animal parts hung up and about, it's not always your local spam-skinning ranger. Naaaah, get into the holiday season with the promise of invisible whirans just waiting to molest you! But hey, no worries, my playahs, they can't without your consent, so hang on to your OOC for...



Killer, Thiller Githmas


Have a killer, thriller Githmas,
It's the best time in seven IC years,
I don't know if Sandyclaws will show,
But templars you can still fear,
Have a killer, thriller Githmas;
And when you walk down the street,
Plan to stab the friends you know,
And everyone you meet.

Oh ho
The severed carru toe
Hung for all to see,
Someone waits for you,
Invisible to me
Have a killer, thriller Githmas
And in case you didn't hear,
Oh by Kurac distiller,
Have a killer,
Thriller Githmas this year!

[Taven]

Aw yeah, feelin' a little led on by my last intro? Wishing you could OOC consent, but not wanting to admit to it? Well, you wouldn't be the only one in Zalanthas! Let's go take a trip down to Storm with this next song, where the weather is so wonderful, they named the place after it. Yeah baby, get your listen on for...


It's Storm Outside

	I really can't stay,
			But, baby, it's Storm outside,
	I've got to go away,
			But, baby, it's Storm outside,
	This evening has been,
			Been hoping you'd drop in,
	So very nice,
			Here, have this pipe full of spice,
	My clannie will start to worry,
			Handsome, what's your hurry?
	The Sergeant will want me for chores,
			Listen to my tales of gore,
	So really I'd better scurry,
			Handsome, please don't hurry,
	But maybe just a half-a drink more,
			Use the rest command while I pour!
	The neighbors might think,
			Baby it's bad out there,
	Say what's in this drink?
			No sights to be had out there,
	I wish I knew how,
			Your eyes are like glowcrystals now,
	To break the spell,
			I'll take your hat, your tresses looks swell,
	I ought to say no, no, no
			Mind if I move in closer?
	At least I'm gonna say that I tried,
			What's the sense in hurting my pride?
	Baby, don't hold out,
			Oh, but it's Storm outside,
	I simply must go,
			But, baby, it's Storm outside,
	The answer is "No,"
			But, baby, it's Storm outside,
	This welcome has been,
			How lucky that you dropped in,
	So nice and warm,
			Look out the window at that storm,
	My sister will be suspicious,
			Krath, your lips look delicious,
	My brother will be there at the door,
			I'm really just wanting more
	My older aunt's mind is vicious,
			Ooh your lips are delicious,
	But maybe just a toke more,
			Never such a storm before,
	I've got to get home
			But, baby, you'll die out there,
	Say, lend me a cloak?
			You can't even see out there,
	You've really been grand,
			I thrill when you touch my hand,
	But don't you see,
			How can you do this thing to me?
	There's bound to be talk tomorrow,
			What if I said there'd be none?
	Well, staying might be fun...
			I've got such great things in store,
	Never been with a 'gicker before...
			Oh baby, it's Storm outside,
	At least I'm gonna say that I tried,
			The last man in my apartment died,
	Oh, shit, I gotta run for the door,
			I'm just gonna stab you some more,
	The lock is in place so tight,
			Oh, this night's just gone so right,
	The militia will see you for sure,
			What do you think we're in an apartment for?
	I'm dying and I can't even Way,
			Any final words to say?
	Oh, but it's Storm outside!		Oh, baby it's Storm outside!

[Taven]

Heeey, yeah. Well, for those of you who've been good this year and been avoiding mudsexing those 'gickers, half-breeds, elves, and northies/southies, I know it's been hard, but just think of the payoff! And no, we're not talking something obscure like karma. Trust me, my playahs, that is overrated. Nah, what you've been holdin' out for is some good and clear Sandy Claws favoritism, and all the phat loot you can imagine. So give it up for Aide Bunsy's...


Sandy, Baby

Sandy baby, just slip some spice under the tree, for me;
Been an awful good girl, Sandy baby,
So hurry in the window tonight.

Sandy baby, an oversized argosy too, light blue,
So hurry in the window tonight.

Think of all the fun I've missed,
Think of all the gemmed half-breeds that I haven't kissed,
Next year I could be just as good... if you check off my Githmas list.

Sandy baby, I want a silt-skimming yacht, really that's not a lot;
Been good as can be; Sandy baby,
So hurry in the window tonight.

Sandy honey, one little thing I really need...
The deed... To a platinum mine, Sandy baby,
So hurry in the window tonight.

Sandy cutie, and fill my stockings with sweet black obsidian,
Give me a tressy-tressed slave (wo)man, Sandy cutie,
And hurry in the window tonight.

Come and see my Githmas tree, decorate it with gold and silver for me,
I really do believe in you;
Let's see if you believe in me...

Sandy baby, forgot to mention one little thing... Some slick kadian boots,
No chaltons for loot; Sandy baby,
So hurry in the window tonight.

Hurry in the window tonight,
Hurry, tonight!

[Taven]

Yeah, that was a string of some great mudsexin' tunes, but not all of us want to get down and dirty. Some of us just want to chop motherfuckers up with bone swords! Or watch other people do all the work. Blood red is the one and only real Githmas color, and we should celebrate it this holiday season with...


Arena Bell Rock

Arena bell, arena bell, arena bell rock,
Arena bells swing and arena bells ring,
Killing and dying, blood everywhere,
How will arena fighters fare?

Arena bell, arena bell, arena bell rock,
Arena bells chine in arena bell time,
Dancing and prancing down on arena floor,
There's blood but the crowds scream for more!

What a bright time, it's the right time,
To rock the night away,
Arena bell time, it's a swell time,
To watch people fight and slay.

Pick it up, arena man, pick up the sword,
Arena around the clock,
Mix and a-mingle, and avoid defeat,
That's the arena bell rock.

Mix and a-mingle in the arena floor,
As the crowds cry for blood more,
That's the arena bell,
That's the arena bell,
That's the arena bell ro-o-o-o-ck!

[Taven]

Annnnnd welcome back, Ladies and Lords, Common Scum and Common Scummier, to your favorite Githmas Way-station! All Githmas Ways all the time! Let's start off this holiday season with a reminder of what Githmas is really all about, a song that brings us all back to our n00bish days, when the streets were so full of blood you needed a skimmer to get down 'em, and you'd kill a breed to use his leg as a skimmer pole. Let's all bring back some good cheerful memories! I present to you...


Dreaming of a Red Githmas

I'm dreaming of a red Githmas,
Just like the ones I used to know,
With blade's ends gleaming and PCs screaming,
As right in tothem it goes.

I'm dreaming of a red Githmas,
With every Githmas wish I spread,
May your days have bloody heads,
And may all your Githmases be red.

I'm dreaming of a red Githmas,
Just like the ones they used to say,
With blood dripping and leather whipping,
As we cheer and slay.

With blade's ends gleaming and PCs screaming,
As right into them it goes.
I'm dreaming of a red Githmas,
With every Githmas wish I spread,
May your days have bloody heads,
And may all your Githmases be red.

[Jihelu]

Merry Githmas everyone.'

[Jave]

Merry Githmas everyone.

[AdamBlue]

Alas. Merry Githmas, everyone.