Krampus Inc. Focus Group Testing

[Burnsie]

KRAMPUS / WAMPUS
A neon-lit poem hurled from the void…

O Krampus, accept this poem tossed into the night,
a neon bright rhyme that refuses to act right,
crafted in cosmic glitter and chaotic delight,
wrapped in madness and questionable insight,
and shouted across Sirius as our seasonal invite.

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We bring you these verses with mischief to spare,
built from rhymes wobbling wildly through air,
pulsing in purple like a beacon unaware,
stacked in layers because why not over-prepare,
and shimmering simply for flare.

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For you, Krampus, this poem is chaotically deployed,
with rhythms unsteady but strangely enjoyed,
written in hues every Bomad has surely employed,
colors so radiant even we are annoyed,
and crafted with love by pilots paranoid.

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So may your eyes shine bright as cosmic defeat,
may your claws tap beats no mortal could repeat,
may your laughter break scanners with radiant heat,
may every RP arc be wild, weird, and elite
except Powertraders. They get turbulence. Sweet.

A Small Christmas Wish

Since it is the season of light and small miracles…
and since our community is small, passionate, and human…
may we remember that people make mistakes, grow, and change.
A second chance where appropriate can bring someone back into the fold,
and keep our shared corner of space alive, warm, and welcoming.

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