twas the night of christmas and all through the webs the goats were searching looking for plebs ... the forums of others locked their doors leaving them wandering crawling on all fours ... but through the darkness a flicker could be seen a distant light shimmering green ... the POAL it was said had bridged their moat welcoming the tattered souls who were kicked out of VOAT ... and so it begins a time of new a merger of souls all sniffing glue