That's a long time for a gaming clan to still be alive and kicking. Six years. That is a first grader or a middle aged dog or a college degree. So what is the secret to our longevity? People. DarkHorse Division is People!

But seriously DHD has been around this long due to the people in DHD. MOHAA is making a comeback thanks to Omar. WoW is still going strong. CODMW2 has potential.

So a toast to DHD, May DHD live on for another three years and after that.

Also if anyone has any ideas on some traditional iron gifts to give let me know. Iron. Who the hell thought iron would make a great 6th anniversary gift?

Here's a fence. Happy Anniversary Darling.

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Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the server
Not a player was stirring, not even an observer,
The packs were stacked by the trench with care,
In hopes that PaleRider soon would be there.
The clans were nestled all snug in their tread,
While visions of machine guns danced in their heads,
And Megatr0n in his ‘watch, and I in my ‘cap,
Had just settled our troops for a short winter's nap...
When out on the battlefield there arose such a clatter,
I sprang from the parados to see what was the matter.
Away to the firestep I leapt out the foxhole,
Tore open the parapet and threw up the loophole.
The flare on the breastwork with new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects to and fro,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a Medium M4 tank, and eight fierce grenadier,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I looked like it only took one mouse click,
More rapid than horses his corps they came,
And he clicked, and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Monkey! Now, Corey! Now ‘Bob’ Hitler and Fusion!
On, Sandman! On Sixpack! On Zhapeye and ODIN!
To the top of the trench! to the top of the wall!
Now iddy away! iddy away! umpty away all!"
As new flags that before the bloody battle capture,
When they meet with an opponent, bullets will enrapture,
So up to the parapet the corps they ran,
With the M4 full of munitions, and PaleRider too.
And then, in a twinkling, I heard at the top of the wall
The pistol whipping and bashing of each foot soldier.
As I drew in my head, and was turning around,
Down the firestep PaleRider came with a crashing sound.
He was dressed all in pea green, from his head to his foot,
And his helmet was all dented from bashes with a boot.
A bundle of guns he had flung on his back,
And he looked like Audie Murphy just opening up on the enemy’s attack.
His eyes -- how they twinkled -- his facepaint how scary!
His hair was in a mohaak, his nose like he had been drinking homemade sherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up like he had been playing TOW,
And the beard of his chin was as black as 88’ed snow.
The stump of an exploded potatomasher he held tight in his teeth,
And the smoke it encircled his head like a wreath.
He had a broad face and a big ammo belt
That welt, when he moved, like heavy blows dealt.
He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old tank commander,
And I woohooed when I saw him, in spite of myself.
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
And re-fitted my outfit; then turned with a jerk,
And aggressively bleeding from the side of his nose,
And giving a nod, up the firestep he rose.
He sprang to his M4, to his teams gave a click,
And away they all ran double quick.
But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
"Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-fight!"


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Headquarters 101st Airborne Division
Office of the Division Commander 24
December 1944

What's Merry about all this, you ask? We're fighting - it's cold - we aren't home. All true but what has the proud Eagle Division accomplished with its worthy comrades of the 10th Armored Division, the 705th Tank Destroyer Battalion and all the rest? just this: We have stopped cold everything that has been thrown at us from the North, East, South and West. We have identifications from four German Panzer Divisions, two German Infantry Divisions and one German Parachute Division. These units, spearheading the last desperate German lunge, were headed straight west for key points when the Eagle Division was hurriedly ordered to stem the advance. How effectively this was done will be written in history; not alone in our Division's glorious history but in World history. The Germans actually did surround us. Their radios blared our doom. Their Commander demanded our surrender in the following impudent arrogance.

December 22nd 1944

To the U. S. A. Commander of the encircled town of Bastogne. The fortune of war is changing. This time the U. S. A. forces in and near Bastogne have been encircled by strong German armored units. More German armored units have crossed the river Ourthe near Ortheuville, have taken Marche and reached St. Hubert by passing through Hombres Sibret-Tillet. Libramont is in German hands. There is only one possibility to save the encircled U. S. A. Troops from total annihilation: that is the honorable surrender of the encircled town. In order to think it over a term of two hours will be granted beginning with the presentation of this note. If this proposal should be rejected one German Artillery Corps and six heavy A. A. Battalions are ready to annihilate the U. S. A. Troops in and near Bastogne. The order for firing will be given immediately after this two hours term. All the serious civilian losses caused by this Artillery fire would not correspond with the well known American humanity.

The German Commander

The German Commander received the following reply:

22 December 1944

To the German Commander:

NUTS! The American Commander Allied Troops are counterattacking in force. We continue to hold Bastogne. By holding Bastogne we assure the success of the Allied Armies. We know that our Division Commander, General Taylor, will say: Well Done! We are giving our country and our loved ones at home a worthy Christmas present and being privileged to take part in this gallant feat of arms are truly making for ourselves a Merry Christmas.

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BananaClip and his brother, cable guy stand in line. The server is full. While BananaClip stands in line with his brother, [DHD]PaleRider is asking other MOHAA players what they want for MOHAA Mittwoch in the DHD server.

[DHD]PaleRider: Woo-Hoo! Merry MOHAA Mittwoch! Come on up here on [DHD]PaleRider's lap.

[DHD]PaleRider: What is your name?

MOHAA Player: Lt. Heald.

[DHD]PaleRider: And have you been a good MOHAA player?

Lt. Heald: Yes.

[DHD]PaleRider: What would you like for MOHAA Mittwoch?

Lt. Heald: I would like for DHD to capture telefragging stats. And create an award for it.

[DHD]PaleRider: If your a good MOHAA player, I'll get you the telefrag stats and I'll create a Gunnies Award called the Kurt Wagner Award for it.

Lt. Heald: Thank you, [DHD]PaleRider.

[DHD]PaleRider: Alright, Lt. Heald. Merry MOHAA Mittwoch!

[DHD]PaleRider: Who's next? What's your name?

MOHAA player: Bugges. What's up, Doc?

[DHD]PaleRider (laughing): What would you like for MOHAA Mittwoch?

Bugges: I would like the stats to say how many times a player killed their own teammate.

[DHD]PaleRider: Well, that is a big order. I tell you with the holiday season going on right now it's hard for me to delve into the stats like that especially with the grand opening of my pub later this month. If your a good MOHAA player, I'll take a stab at in January.

Bugges: Okay.

[DHD]PaleRider: Merry MOHAA Mittwoch, Bugges! Make sure to leave me plenty of ammo and health packets on MOHAA Mittwoch.

[DHD]PaleRider: Come on up here, little boy. What's your name?

MOHAA player: Zion.

[DHD]PaleRider: And what would like for MOHAA Mittwoch, Zion?

Zion: I would like for some of the regulars on the DHD server to take on the Red Watch [RW] in a match before MOHAA Mittwoch.

[DHD]PaleRider: Well, that could be a little tough with all the holiday and massive amounts of Adder's Ale that [RW] members will be consuming the days leading up to the holiday. How about a nice football? That should tide you over until the holidays are over. Off you go. Merry MOHAA Mittwoch!

BananaClip and cable guy are next and are anxiously awaiting [DHD]PaleRider to call them over.

[DHD]PaleRider: I'll take two more MOHAA players before [DHD]PaleRider needs to talk to a man about a mule. Come on over and tell [DHD]PaleRider what you want for MOHAA Mittwoch.

BananaClip and cable guy walk over and sit on [DHD]PaleRider's lap.

[DHD]PaleRider: What are your names?

BananaClip: BananaClip and this is my brother, cable guy.

[DHD]PaleRider: Do you know what you want for MOHAA Mittwoch?

BananaClip goes blank and completely forgets what he wants and sits completely still like in spectator mode. [DHD]PaleRider is patiently waiting for him to answer. Just before he is about to be put into spectator mode, [DHD]PaleRider says....

[DHD]PaleRider: How about meltings? I'll look into capturing meltings in the stats.

BananaClip: Yeah. Meltings.

[DHD]PaleRider: Run along now and have a Merry MOHAA Mittwoch!

[DHD]PaleRider is getting ready to go into spectator mode when BananaClip says...

BananaClip: I want be able to have two different logons in MOHAA so that my brother and I can play without having to change my name every time. [DHD]PaleRider looks at him and says...

[DHD]PaleRider: You'll screw up your PC kid. Woo-Hoo! Merry MOHAA Mittwoch to all the MOHAA Players out there!

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You better watch out
You better not whine
Better not *@!#
I'm telling you why
Koli is coming to town

He's making a list
And killing them twice;
Gonna find out who's nading or not
Koli is coming to town

He sees you when you're camping
He knows when you're irate
He knows if you've been a good teammate or not
So shoot the enemy for goodness sake!

O! You better watch out!
You better not whine
Better not *@!#
I'm telling you why
Koli is coming to town!
Koli is coming to town!


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