twas the night before Winter-een-mas, in one darkened arcade, from the back came the glow, of a game being played; the power-ups were mighty, the top score was near, the gamer grinned wide, for Winter-een-mas was here. as gamers ‘round the world waited with anticipation, huddled in groups by their favourite game station; the lone arcade gamer, with eyes lit up bright, beat the high score, at the stroke of midnight. then from the other machines, there arose such a noise, the gamer startled...
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