Thursday, December 6, 2012

The End.

Well, its been a while!

I always tried to think of this blog as a story, and it is obvious that with the state of the blog right now, this is the end.
It is hard to think that this will be the last time that I open up Blogger Draft, and probably even Blogger at all.  

For this final post, I would like to post some highlights from the blog.

December 1, 2010 (2 Years ago!)

The Night Before Test Realm

Twas the night before Test Realm, when all through the Palace, 

Not a pet was stirring, not even a mount; 

 The Wayfinder Hats were hung by the passage with care, In hopes that Friendly soon would be there; 

 The pets were nestled all snug in their cages er. beds ,

While visions of Mega Snacks danced in their heads;

 The Storm Lord in his 'kerchief, and I in my Stormy Cover,

 Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,

 When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

        I sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.

 Away to the porch I flew like a flash. 

When, what to my virtual eyes should appear, 

 But a miniature sleigh, and four tiny wraiths, 

With a little friendly driver, so lively and quick, 

I knew in a moment it must TFN. 

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

 And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;

"Now, Bob! now, Hybrid! now, Lady Luke and Zeus! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! 

 now dash away! dash away! dash away all! 

As dry leaves that before the wild hurricane fly, 

 When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky, 

So up to the house-top the coursers they flew, 

 With the sleigh full of housing items, and Thomas Lionblood too. 

 I drew in my head, and was turning around, 

 up the passage Friendly came with a bound. 

 He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot, 

 And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot; 

A bundle of housing items he had flung on his back, 

 And he looked like a peddler just opening his pack. His eyes -- how they twinkled! His dimples how merry! 

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! 

 His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, 

And the beard of his chin was as white as the snow; 

 The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth, 

And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath; 

He had a broad face and a little round belly, That shook, when he laughed like a bowlful of jelly. 

 He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf, 

 And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself; 

 A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, 

 Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread; 

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work, 

 And filled all the Wayfinder Hats; then turned with a jerk, 

 And laying his finger aside of his nose, 

 and giving a nod, down the passage he went; 

 He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle, 

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

 But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,

"Happy Dueling to all, and to all a good-night!"
The blog goes all the way back to August 2010, with my first post.
I had just turned 11 then.

Just to let you know where I am now...
I am now a Moderator on the Minecraft PvP servers, to play.  
If you play Minecraft, and you see me [TISSIN] on there, be sure to let me know that it is you!

I also run Skyblock SMP - A Cracked Minecraft Community.

Well, I guess that this is the end of the story.

May you always have good luck farming those bosses!
Happy Holidays!
-Thomas DeathGem

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