The Grack before Christmas - Page 2

T'was the night before Christmas, and all through the shack,
Not a creature was stirring, not even the Grack.
The spinecrawlers were placed, at the ramp with care;
awaiting the all in, that would soon be there.
The Zerglings were nestled, all snug in their eggs,
with visions of Marines dying beneath their legs.
Airborne medivacs, healing units with their salve,
Making carriers, very useful talent toi have.
When down from his ramp, there arose such a clatter;
Grack pulled off 4 drones to see what was the matter.
Away down his ramp, they flew like a flash;
Only to meet a hellion, and be turned into ash.
Marines on the ramp, yelling GO GO GO;
Grack had to move quick, before the bunker finished below.
When after stalling and stalling, Oh my, Oh dear;
5 roaches popped out THEY WERE FINALLY HERE!
With his A-key a clicking Grack killed all the rines,
but behind were marauders, that Grack hadn't seen!
The marauders were mean that was very true,
but with roaches came lings, it's like Grack already knew!
With his drones still alive and his base still intact,
he began to prepare for a late game attack.
Spending larvae on drones, Grack thought to himself -
"a non-macro game, is bad for my health".
He morphed in his lair and expanded with ease,
as the mid game progressed he could do as he pleased.
A muta harass was the best way to win,
he sent them to the worker line with a grin.
Happy Christmas to all, GG to none,
and to Grack a good-night.