NEWS    Current / Submit    Archive    HELP    Walkthrough    Cheats    Editing    COMMUNITY    Forums    Fan Fiction    Fan Art    Links    FILES    Game Demo    Patch    Editing Tools    Community maps    Movies    Music    Submit    UNDYING    Game Info    Features    Requirements    Screenshots    Characters    Enemies    NPCs    Weapons    Spells    Inventory    Macintosh    Playstation2    FAQ    JERICHO    Game Info    SITE    Site Info    Contact Email A Covenant Christmas Carol The following is based on the game Clive Barker's Undying, ©. 2001 Electronic Arts Inc. [O] A Covenant Christmas Carol      ‘Twas two months before Christmas and all through the manor      The maids and the butlers all ran from the clamor.      The Howlers were nestled all snug by the stair,      In hopes their next meal would come passing by there.      The siblings were fighting, all bloody and red,      While Patrick was swinging his scythe at their heads.      And the King in his kerchief and gold-plated cap      Was still in his grave in a centuries-long nap.      When out in the gardens there arose such a clatter.      The Trsanti all wanted Pat’s head on a platter.      And away to Oneiros Otto flew like a flash,      To hide out where he kept all his magic stuff stashed.      The moon o’er the Stones on that spooky old isle      Made them look like a skeletal hand all the while.      And what to Pat’s wondering eyes should appear      But a whole hoard of monsters that showed zero fear.      All the siblings were grinning with toothy red grins,      While blood and saliva oozed down Lizbeth’s chin.      Then all of the siblings called out to the pack      And ordered the creatures to come and attack.      “Now Howlers, now Jemmas, now Monto Shonoi,      Now Dri’nen and Scarrow, go kill that boy!      To the top of the gables, to the midst of the hall,      Now slash away, rip away, shred away all!!”      Pat said not a word but went straight to his work,      Blew away all the monsters then turned with a jerk.      And just as Lizbeth was starting to gripe,      He took off her head with a singular swipe.      Then turning to Ambrose, who just stared and jeered,      He took off that big bully’s head with a sneer.      And Aaron came swinging his chains at Pat’s head,      But with a swipe of the scythe, Aaron lost his instead.      Bethany was tough, a right cranky old witch,      And Pat thought to himself, “What a nasty old b*tch!”      She called for her servants to fight in her stead,      But that wasn’t enough and off went her head.      All that was left was Patty’s old friend.      Jeremiah had betrayed poor Pat in the end.      He babbled and jabbered ‘til Pat lost his cool,      Then Jer, like his siblings, lost his head. What a fool.      Well, this was enough for the Undying King.      He jumped out of bed and he started to sing.      But his breathe was so nasty from so long in bed      That Pat couldn’t stand it, so he shot the King dead.      So Pat had a miserable Christmas that year,      Spending time in therapy to get over the fear      Of the next holiday party with the Covenant set,      So he converted to Buddhism and moved to Tibet! This fan-fiction story © katran 2003.