To the tune of "Silent Night" Lyrics by Manus Hand Apologies to Joseph Mohr and John Freeman Young Silent friend, holy crap I walked into his trap Round my units he's moved all his troops The only word that he says now is "oops" Maybe there's help from the east Maybe there's help from the east Silent foes, holy...uh...spit It looks like this is it No one's talking to me anymore My game-long ally was bad to the core It's time to fall on my sword It's time to fall on my sword Silent board, holy hell I threaten to throw; they say "oh well" They'll just give eighteen to my old ally? I can't even pay him an eye for an eye? Now what the heck should I do? Now what the heck should I do? Silent end, holy...uh...truck I guess I was a sitting duck I prayed while the orders were all read out, but Each of my hopeless supports was just cut Handshakes and bar-time for me Handshakes and bar-time for me Manus Hand (manus@manushand.com) If you wish to e-mail feedback on this article to the author, and clicking on the envelope above does not work for you, feel free to use the "Dear DP..." mail interface.