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Hastatus Klaus leaves gifts under the tree | War Robots gameplay

’Twas the Night Before Battle ’Twas the night before battle, in silence and chrome, Every hanger bay glowing like snow back at home. The boosters were humming, the drones softly spun, While pilots made builds for tomorrow’s big run. The Fenrirs lay quiet by jump pads in rows, While Liesel and B4R-0N-N3T stretched out their toes. Stryx stood there proudly, all gleaming and bright, Like a steel-armored reindeer preparing for flight. Wise Einarr then tightened his Orkan's last screw; Manni polished brave Galahad's medieval hue. The Ultimates all gathered, their plating aglow — The gold and the black feared throughout Hangar Row. When out on the map came a booming, deep blast, Like a Raijin in bastion mode locking in fast. To the viewport I lept with the arc of a Claw And peered over Springfield to see what I saw... Through frost over Yamantau’s snow-covered plains, Across Castle's old bridges and Dead City’s remains — A towering figure in crimson and flame, With a candy-cane trim on a DSC frame! His chassis was mighty, his armor titanic In a brand-new Hastatus, both festive and manic. With a hexagon barrier and propulsion to spare, Old Santa HIMSELF thundered into the air! Behind him, his reindeer-bots dashed through the sky — Haechi and Kumiho bounding nearby; Bulgasari leapt forward with shimmering grace, Its dash-jets a-twinkling like stars in deep space. “Now Sergius — now Amalia — now Adrian, all three! Grab Beacon A first — then to Bravo with me! Let no Loki sneak past, let no Spectre survive — We’re capping these beacons — keep Christmas alive!” They streaked over Carrier, Valley, and Rome, Like rockets from Tulumbas searching for home. Their shields flared like Halos, their engines burned bright, As Hastatus Klaus laughed loud through the night. He carried Doritos and Powercells too, And Silver and boosters — the premium crew. He’d stomp in the fray with a jolly ka-THOOM, Then wave as he phased through a hailstorm of doom. He gifted new pilots some keys for their luck, And slipped veterans tokens when Titans got stuck. He tanked for a teammate, avenged one who fell, And winked as his Flakstorm sent Blaze Rex to hell. The dashbots encircled each beacon and ridge, Like elves on a workshop instead of a bridge. And Santa declared, with a voice firm and deep, “Hold C through the timer — and victory we’ll keep!” And when the match ended — a glorious crush — We’d won by a hair in a close Beacon Rush. With gold in my pocket and silver in heaps, I shut down the hangar and sent off my fleets. And I heard as his dashbots all vanished from sight, “Happy piloting to all — and to all, a good fight!" Chapters: 00:00 Game one (Dead City) 06:39 Game two (Moon) 12:36 Game three (Canyon) 17:06 Game four (Rome) 24:25 Game five (Canyon) 30:49 Game six (Rome) 35:37 Game seven (Spring Valley) 39:12 Game eight (Castle) 42:43 Game nine (Springfield) 46:52 Game ten (Neon Dead City) 55:17 Game eleven (Canyon) 1:02:40 Game twelve (Neon Dead City) 1:11:43 Thanks for watching!