(I found this amazing poem while browsing the Halo Waypoint forums): (clear throat) "Twas the night before Forge, and throughout Halo 5 The players all waited, for the update to go live The very anxious devs, all stood with a glare The thought of release was almost too much to bear The players all gathered, the Blues and the Reds While visions of features, danced around in their heads The excitement was building, from the thought of forge power The wicked hype flower, that only grew by the hour When out of the confusion, a prompt did appear Sudden mental revolution that erupted in cheer On every players' screen, there was a download to start And once it was finished, to the forge they would dart In that moment of time, we saw imagination flow Like an inner mind chime, causing ambient glow Every able player building, making maps to bestow From the devs to the pros, all had smiles to show To say the very least, this was a day to remember Hell, the hype wouldn't cease, for the rest of December Christmas almost out-shined, twas a hell of a sight Building bases instead, just felt guiltfully right Happy forging to all! Enjoy the new creator! Take a break from the war. You can finish the fight later." - by GrumpyAnimal Link to the original posting: https://www.halowaypoint.com/en-us/forums/6e35355aecdf4fd0acdaee3cc4156fd4/topics/♪twas-the-night-before-forge♪-an-original-poem/b11f837f-af2c-4770-9098-603648c3305d/posts?page=1
You missed off the final verse: "And a whole host of maps were crafted with care, But it mattered not, for there was no File Share." (jokes!)