Gonna post this now, its a work in progress, but I'm running out of momentum to finish it.
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'Twas a month before Christmas, when all through Vana'diel
Not a creature was stirring, not even a dahamel;
The traps had been set by the NM's with care,
In hopes that evidence soon would be there;
The doubters were nestled all snug in their mog houses,
While nothing but bitching danced from thier mouths;
And mamma in her B. Haidate, and I in my Maat's cap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out on the official website there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the bronze bed to see what was the matter.
Away with my windower I flew like a flash,
Tore open the mog house door and threw on my lolsash.
The rumours on the tongues of everyone online,
Gave the the impression that it may be SE's day to shine,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a massive banstick, and gil removal cheers,
A 4 year old MMORPG, with CGF issues of course,
I knew in a moment it must be the RMT Task Force.
Slower than snails thier coursers they came,
And they whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Fgstd! now, Rihdf! now, Qwdyfx and Xrtshfn!
On, Sdhjf! on Kyrgsd! on, Rryfgd and Lkybfn!
To the top of Ro'Maeve! to the Gods, hall!
Now ban away! ban away! ban away all!"
As imperial tea leaves that before the hurricane wyvern fly,
When they meet with an obstacle, no route to the sky,
