Twas the night before Christmas, when all through CBT
Kyrlin was raving ready to murder with glee
It was wartime for the Uni, some students didn’t care,
The rules and SOP they thought didn’t seem fair.
Plenty of warnings they heard, but nay did they dread,
Visions of mining and missions danced in their heads.
Bounties and ore, salvage and scrap,
Hitting F10 they brought up their map.
When out in Aldrat there arose such a clatter,
Uber sprang from a cyno, student’s corpses went splatter.
Nukes being fired everyone turning to ash
Never once questioning if his actions were rash.