[url=https://store.steampowered.com/app/1449620/SQUIRMISH_The_Videogame_of_Brawling_Beasties/]Squirmish[/url] is on sale just in time for Squirmuss! Yes, Squirmish currently costs only [b]$2.44[/b] (65% off)! That is less than the cost of a peppermint-gingerbread-reindeer latte! [url=https://store.steampowered.com/app/1449620/SQUIRMISH_The_Videogame_of_Brawling_Beasties/]Get Squirmish now[/url] and you'll be ready for Squirmuss Day... that special day that comes once a year when St. Thick bestows so much glorious extra damage in the game, it will be plum-figgy-pudding nuts. Just check out his special ability! [img]https://clan.fastly.steamstatic.com/images/44857339/057c3f153c92b6c421a08f455cd04f0d76538ccf.png[/img] Here is some seasonal poesy to celebrate... [b]THE NIGHT BEFORE SQUIRMUSS[/b] [i]'Twas the night before Squirmuss, when all thru the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even a louse; Stinky socks were hung by the toilet with care, In fears that St. Thick would soon emerge from there; The creatures were gnarled all caged up like felons, While omens of salty wounds pounded their melons, When down in the bathroom there arose such a fuss, I knew it could only be that ornery cuss. As I went to the head, and was turning around, Up out of the toilet came St. Thick with a bound: He was dress'd all in plastic, from his head to his boot, And his clothes were all tarnish'd with unspeakable toot; A sack full of cards was flung on his rear, And his voice sounded like a high-pitched Bronx cheer: His eyes?—? how they glazed! His dimples: how scary, His cheeks were like roses, his nose aviary; His droll little mouth was stretched out in a fright, And the drool on his chin gleamed into the the night; A stump of lead pipe he held tight in his paw, Painted with stripes so it looked like a straw. He had an ugly face, and a big round booty, That shook when he screech'd, like a bowl full of cooties; He was smelly and plump, a right scary old freak, And I scream'd when I saw him, too scared to speak; A wink of his eye and a shake of his buns Soon gave me to know I had nowhere to run. He spoke not a word as he jiggled his butt, And fill'd all the stockings with I don't want to know what, Laying his finger on each side of his tush And giving a nod, down the toilet he flushed. As he spun down into the septic undertow, cards with his image 'round the room he did throw: And I heard him exclaim, ere he flushed out of sight?—? "Hairy Squirmuss to all, and to all a good fright!"[/i] [img]https://clan.fastly.steamstatic.com/images/44857339/755bc40a9442586a5d811899aedecbe2e09fdd5c.jpg[/img]