i am not entering i just took some already made up story and made it up temp related for fun
The Vita that stole games
The Vita that stole games
Every boy Down in Gbatemp Liked Games a lot...
But the Vita ,Who lived just north of gbatemp, Did NOT!
The Vita hated Games! The whole Gaming season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his Memory was too expensive.
It could be, perhaps, that his Batery were too short.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that it have no games.
Whatever the reason, His memory or his batery,
He stood there on Tempmas Eve, hating the Gamers,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their Site.
For he knew every gamer down in gbatemp beneath,
Was busy now, Playing 3DS.
"And they're gaming their 3ds!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Tempmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Oled screen nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Tempmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the gaming girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their 3DS!
And then! Oh, the games! Oh, the games!
games! games! games!
That's one thing he hated! The games!
Games! Games! Games!
Then the Gamers, young and old, would sit down to a play.
And they'd play! And they'd play! And they'd play!
play! play! play!
They would play Kid icarus, and Mk7.
Which was something the Vita couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every gamers down in gbatemp, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with tempmas hipster music ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the gamers would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Vita thought of this Tempmas,
The more the Vita thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for 1 1/2 years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Tempmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE VITA GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Vita laughed in his Oled.
And he made a quick reggi mask and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Vita trick!"
"With this coat and this mask, I look just like reggi!"
"All I need is a kart game ..." The Vita looked around.
But, since karts game are scarce in the vita , there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Vita? No! The Vita simply said,
"If I can't find a kart game, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog, Sackboy. Then he ripoof some Mariokart,
And he put some cheap levels .
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle kart
Then the Vita said, "Powerup!" And the kart started down,
Toward the homes where the tempers Lay asnooze in their site.
All their forums were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the tempers were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old vita hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Reggi could do it, then my body was ready.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little tempers virtual console games all hung in a row.
"These games," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every game!
Mk7 ! And kidicarus! paper mario! Resident evil !
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Vita, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the gamebox. He took the tempers' games!
He took the RPGS! He took racing games!
He cleaned out that gamebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Vita even took their Ds games !
Then he stuffed all the games up the chimney with glee.
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small temper!
Little Vulpes, who was not more than two.
The vita had been caught by this lame MOD,
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of redbull.
He stared at the vita and said, "Reggi, why,”
"Why are you taking our Games? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Vita was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a bugs in this games ."
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the Mod. Then he patted his head,
And he got him a redbull and he sent him to bed.
And when Vulpes Who went to bed with his redbull,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the fames up!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but emty cases and some wire.
Then He did the same thing To the other Whos' houses
It was quarter past dawn... All the tempers, still a-bed,
All the temppers, still asnooze When he packed up his Kart,
Packed it up with their games! The racing games! The rpgs!
The Figters! And the Sims!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Sony,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"PoohPooh to the tempers!" he was grinchishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Tempmas is coming!"
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Tempers down in gbatemp will all cry BooHoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Vita, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he press paused button . And the Vita put his stick to his Mic.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at gbatemp! The vita popped his speakers!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every temper down in gbatemp, the tall and the small,
Was playing! Built in games
He HADN'T stopped Tempmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Vita, with his grinch-Oled ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came with out Rpg! It came without racing games!"
"It came without Figters,
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Vita thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Tempmas," he thought, "doesn't come from HD graphics."
"Maybe Tempmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in gbatemp they say,
That the Vita's small games library Grew 1 game that day!
And the minute his library didn't feel quite so No games
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the games!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Vita Play some Mk7.
But the Vita ,Who lived just north of gbatemp, Did NOT!
The Vita hated Games! The whole Gaming season!
Now, please don't ask why. No one quite knows the reason.
It could be his Memory was too expensive.
It could be, perhaps, that his Batery were too short.
But I think that the most likely reason of all,
May have been that it have no games.
Whatever the reason, His memory or his batery,
He stood there on Tempmas Eve, hating the Gamers,
Staring down from his cave with a sour, Grinchy frown,
At the warm lighted windows below in their Site.
For he knew every gamer down in gbatemp beneath,
Was busy now, Playing 3DS.
"And they're gaming their 3ds!" he snarled with a sneer,
"Tomorrow is Tempmas! It's practically here!"
Then he growled, with his Oled screen nervously drumming,
"I MUST find some way to stop Tempmas from coming!"
For Tomorrow, he knew, all the gaming girls and boys,
Would wake bright and early. They'd rush for their 3DS!
And then! Oh, the games! Oh, the games!
games! games! games!
That's one thing he hated! The games!
Games! Games! Games!
Then the Gamers, young and old, would sit down to a play.
And they'd play! And they'd play! And they'd play!
play! play! play!
They would play Kid icarus, and Mk7.
Which was something the Vita couldn't stand in the least!
And THEN They'd do something He liked least of all!
Every gamers down in gbatemp, the tall and the small,
Would stand close together, with tempmas hipster music ringing.
They'd stand hand-in-hand. And the gamers would start singing!
They'd sing! And they'd sing! And they'd SING!
SING! SING! SING!
And the more the Vita thought of this Tempmas,
The more the Vita thought, "I must stop this whole thing!"
"Why, for 1 1/2 years I've put up with it now!"
"I MUST stop this Tempmas from coming! But HOW?"
Then he got an idea! An awful idea!
THE VITA GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
"I know just what to do!" The Vita laughed in his Oled.
And he made a quick reggi mask and a coat.
And he chuckled, and clucked, "What a great Vita trick!"
"With this coat and this mask, I look just like reggi!"
"All I need is a kart game ..." The Vita looked around.
But, since karts game are scarce in the vita , there was none to be found.
Did that stop the old Vita? No! The Vita simply said,
"If I can't find a kart game, I'll make one instead!"
So he called his dog, Sackboy. Then he ripoof some Mariokart,
And he put some cheap levels .
THEN He loaded some bags And some old empty sacks,
On a ramshackle kart
Then the Vita said, "Powerup!" And the kart started down,
Toward the homes where the tempers Lay asnooze in their site.
All their forums were dark. Quiet snow filled the air.
All the tempers were all dreaming sweet dreams without care.
When he came to the first little house on the square.
"This is stop number one," the old vita hissed,
And he climbed to the roof, empty bags in his fist.
Then he slid down the chimney. A rather tight pinch.
But, if Reggi could do it, then my body was ready.
He got stuck only once, for a moment or two.
Then he stuck his head out of the fireplace flue.
Where the little tempers virtual console games all hung in a row.
"These games," he grinned, "are the first things to go!"
Then he slithered and slunk, with a smile most unpleasant,
Around the whole room, and he took every game!
Mk7 ! And kidicarus! paper mario! Resident evil !
And he stuffed them in bags. Then the Vita, very nimbly,
Stuffed all the bags, one by one, up the chimney!
Then he slunk to the gamebox. He took the tempers' games!
He took the RPGS! He took racing games!
He cleaned out that gamebox as quick as a flash.
Why, that Vita even took their Ds games !
Then he stuffed all the games up the chimney with glee.
When he heard a small sound like the coo of a dove.
He turned around fast, and he saw a small temper!
Little Vulpes, who was not more than two.
The vita had been caught by this lame MOD,
Who'd got out of bed for a cup of redbull.
He stared at the vita and said, "Reggi, why,”
"Why are you taking our Games? WHY?"
But, you know, that old Vita was so smart and so slick,
He thought up a lie, and he thought it up quick!
"Why, my sweet little tot," the fake Santy Claus lied,
"There's a bugs in this games ."
"So I'm taking it home to my workshop, my dear."
"I'll fix it up there. Then I'll bring it back here."
And his fib fooled the Mod. Then he patted his head,
And he got him a redbull and he sent him to bed.
And when Vulpes Who went to bed with his redbull,
HE went to the chimney and stuffed the fames up!
Then he went up the chimney, himself, the old liar.
On their walls he left nothing but emty cases and some wire.
Then He did the same thing To the other Whos' houses
It was quarter past dawn... All the tempers, still a-bed,
All the temppers, still asnooze When he packed up his Kart,
Packed it up with their games! The racing games! The rpgs!
The Figters! And the Sims!
Three thousand feet up! Up the side of Mt. Sony,
He rode with his load to the tiptop to dump it!
"PoohPooh to the tempers!" he was grinchishly humming.
"They're finding out now that no Tempmas is coming!"
"They're just waking up! I know just what they'll do!"
"Their mouths will hang open a minute or two,
Then the Tempers down in gbatemp will all cry BooHoo!"
"That's a noise," grinned the Vita, "That I simply MUST hear!"
So he press paused button . And the Vita put his stick to his Mic.
And he did hear a sound rising over the snow.
It started in low. Then it started to grow.
But the sound wasn't sad! Why, this sound sounded merry!
It couldn't be so! But it WAS merry! VERY!
He stared down at gbatemp! The vita popped his speakers!
Then he shook! What he saw was a shocking surprise!
Every temper down in gbatemp, the tall and the small,
Was playing! Built in games
He HADN'T stopped Tempmas from coming! IT CAME!
Somehow or other, it came just the same!
And the Vita, with his grinch-Oled ice-cold in the snow,
Stood puzzling and puzzling: "How could it be so?"
"It came with out Rpg! It came without racing games!"
"It came without Figters,
And he puzzled three hours, till his puzzler was sore.
Then the Vita thought of something he hadn't before!
"Maybe Tempmas," he thought, "doesn't come from HD graphics."
"Maybe Tempmas...perhaps...means a little bit more!"
And what happened then? Well...in gbatemp they say,
That the Vita's small games library Grew 1 game that day!
And the minute his library didn't feel quite so No games
He whizzed with his load through the bright morning light,
And he brought back the games!
And he, HE HIMSELF! The Vita Play some Mk7.