Happy Holidays from all of us here at UploadVR! Whether you own a Rift, Vive, PS VR, Gear, DayDream View, Cardboard or no headset at all, please have a happy, safe and warm holiday season! To celebrate we’ve written a little poem for you. Enjoy:
Twas the night before Riftmas, and all through the night
the young Palmer Luckey was nowhere in sight;
His headset was hung by the PC with care,
In hopes that St. Zuckerberg soon would be there;
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The board members were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of CEOs danced in their heads;
And Palmer in his flip flops, and bright floral gown
Was considering his contract with a cold winter’s frown,
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When up from his desk there arose such a clatter,
He sprang from his bed to see what was the matter.
Away to his laptop He jogged with great speed,
Clicked open a message and began to read
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The glow from the screen fell upon his sad face
And gave hope to his heart, which had started to race
When, what to his wondering eyes should appear,
But a message from someone he’d long come to fear
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The tone of the e-mail was crisp, like a jewel
He knew in a moment it must be from Gabe Newell
More rapid than eagles his heartbeats they came,
As Gabe listed his failures and called them by name
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“No, ROOM-SCALE! no, LIGHTHOUSE! Poor, TRACKING no HANDS!
Closed, CONTENT! walled GARDEN! no, FREEDOM for FANS!
To reach the top of the market! to sell-out in malls!
you must have! you must have! you must have them all!”
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And then, in a twinkling, Palmer heard down the stairs
The sounds of an old man with a younger man’s hair.
As he drew up his courage and descended he found
Down the chimney Mr. Newell had come with a bound.
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He was dressed all in black, from his foot to his head,
His pockets overflowing with funds he could spend
A bundle of cash he had flung by the tree,
And he never, no never, would use the word “three.”
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The form of a Vive he held tight in his teeth,
With IR beam lasers circling it like a wreath;
It had a broad face with the look of swiss cheese,
That allowed every user to do as they please
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He was chubby and plump, a legend for gamers,
And Palmer shook when he saw him, and yelled for the neighbors
But a wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon let Luckey know he had nothing to dread;
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Gabe spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,
He gave Palmer a contract; then turned with a jerk,
And laying a pen beside a small dotted line
He explained to young Palmer that, indeed, he should sign
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He sprang to the computer, placed upon it: a saddle,
And away Newell flew, straight back to Seattle
But Palmer heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight,
COME JOIN US AT VALVE, IT WILL ALL BE ALRIGHT!
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