The Black Ops COD HQ is littered with all of the babies crying because Treyarch caught up with and started banning people who cheat at the game.
They're all innocent, of course!
Then a guy posted this:
A TREYARCH XMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a cheater was stirring, not even a mouse;
The JTAG’s were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Treyarch wouldn’t be there;
The cheaters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of lag switches danced in their heads,
Treyarch and their hammer, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap —
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Opened my browser, and threw up the cache.
The whining of cheaters put on a good show,
Gave the lustre of laughter to the comments below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Treyarch’s mighty ban hammer, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old hammer, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that cheaters will be sick.
More rapid than eagles his supporters they came,
And Treyarch whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Cheater, now! Hacker, now! Jatager and modders,
"On! Idiot, on! Stupid, on! Dummy and laggers;
"To the bottom of the ladder! To the bottom of all!
"Now go away! go away! I ban you all!"
By GB2KxDOCxADMIN1
They're all innocent, of course!
Then a guy posted this:
A TREYARCH XMAS
'Twas the night before Christmas, when all thro' the house
Not a cheater was stirring, not even a mouse;
The JTAG’s were hung by the chimney with care,
In hopes that Treyarch wouldn’t be there;
The cheaters were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of lag switches danced in their heads,
Treyarch and their hammer, and I in my cap,
Had just settled our brains for a long winter's nap —
When out on the forums there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the chair to see what was the matter.
Away to the laptop I flew like a flash,
Opened my browser, and threw up the cache.
The whining of cheaters put on a good show,
Gave the lustre of laughter to the comments below;
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But Treyarch’s mighty ban hammer, and eight tiny rein-deer,
With a little old hammer, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment that cheaters will be sick.
More rapid than eagles his supporters they came,
And Treyarch whistled, and shouted, and call'd them by name:
"Now! Cheater, now! Hacker, now! Jatager and modders,
"On! Idiot, on! Stupid, on! Dummy and laggers;
"To the bottom of the ladder! To the bottom of all!
"Now go away! go away! I ban you all!"
By GB2KxDOCxADMIN1
