A tribute to Thunderdome's favorite night of the week.

Lyrics:

Sunday night, deadline night:
All is crap, all is blight.
Prompt degraded and grammar defiled,
Punctuation so senseless and wild.
Read and bitterly weep;
Read and bitterly weep.

Sunday night, deadline night!
Judges quail at the sight!
Stories stream from the gates of Hell,
More puppet porn than one man could tell.
Instant Classics are born.
Instant Classics are born.

Sunday night, deadline night.
In the pit yet shines light:
They whose words bring smiles to each face
Grant the week a redeeming grace.
Winner, fair be thy reign!
Winner, fair be thy reign!

Sunday Night

O come, let us abhor them!

Lyrics:

O come all ye winners, joyful and triumphant:
O come ye, O come ye to judge Thunderdome!
Come and behold them: stories about dildos!
O come let us abhor them,
O come let us abhor them,
O come let us abhor them, Thunderdome!

O sing, choirs of entrants,
Sing of FJGJ!
Sing all that fret, awaiting this week's results.
Give to the judges judgesass in the highest;
O come, let us abhor them.
O come, let us abhor them,
O come, let us abhor them, Thunderdome!

F5! Results greet thee!
Posted Monday evening!
O judges! Forevermore be thy speed adored!
Word of the loser now in bold appearing--
O come, let us abhor them!
O come, let us abhor them!
O come let us abhor them, Thunderdome!

O Come All Ye Domers

Unfortunately, the answer is yes.

Lyrics:

Said an entrant signed on IRC,
"Do you see what I see?
Posted in the thread, IRC,
Do you see what I see?
My work, my work, deep and rich and fine.
I am sure this week's win is mine.
I am sure this week's win is mine."

Said IRC to the judging team,
"Do you read what we read?
On judgemode or off, judging team,
Do you read what we read?
A tale, a tale full of beans and shit!
Will the losertar go to it?
Will the losertar go to it?"

Said the judging team to their suff'ring head,
"Do you know what we know?
Morose as you are, suff'ring head,
Do you know what we know?
They suck, they suck, but one more than the rest!
With an easy vote, we are blessed.
With an easy vote, we are blessed."

Said the head judge to the TD thread,
"Listen to what I say!
Stop posting those .gifs, TD thread!
Listen to what I say!
This loss, this loss: unexpected but earned.
May the entrant fight on and learn.
May the entrant fight on and learn!"

Do You Read What We Read?

And a man in potato agony~!

Lyrics:

On the first day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
A man in potato agony.

On the second day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Two shit geysers
And a man in potato agony.

On the third day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the fourth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the fifth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the sixth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the seventh day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Seven plots a-plodding,
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the eighth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Eighty percent dialogue,
Seven plots a-plodding
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the ninth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Nine protags dying,
Eighty percent dialogue,
Seven plots a-plodding,
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the tenth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Ten mermen sparkling,
Nine protags dying,
Eighty percent dialogue,
Seven plots a-plodding,
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the eleventh day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Eleven puppets porning,
Ten mermen sparkling,
Nine protags dying,
Eighty percent dialogue,
Seven plots a-plodding,
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony.

On the twelfth day of Christmas, Thunderdome gave to me
Twelve writers writing,
Eleven puppets porning,
Ten mermen sparkling,
Nine protags dying,
Eighty percent dialogue,
Seven plots a-plodding,
Six misplaced commas,
Five gol-den beans!
Four non-endings,
Three judges,
Two shit geysers,
And a man in potato agony!

Kaishai