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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:32 pm

After twelve very long months of waiting, December had come once more -- hurrah! December was Plushie's most favorite month; t'was the Christmas season and the town was ablaze with brilliant, colorful lights, while soft snow flurried from the sky and topped buildings and trees, and painted the ground like powder on a freshly baked cake. It was a delicious sight! Men and women all around had gotten into the Christmas spirit; a merry "happy Christmas to you mum!" or "jolly wishes good sir!" was never far from the ear. Neighbors were neighbors once more! Long forgotten was the "who had the better lawn" competition, and the annoyance of having one's newspaper stolen, and even the busy-bodies had left behind their idle gossip in favor of showing good cheer to their fellow neighbors. December was a wonderful month!

This December was different than the last, though... there had been reports lately of sugary treats disappearing from the shelves, and even from people's homes! Just yesterday, old Mrs. Kimmel had been telling her knitting club that all of her cookie ingredients had been swiped from her pantry! Mr. Fisher, the grocery store manager, shared a similar story at the town meeting; all of his cookie mixes and boxed cookies had been stolen in the night! There was something rotten in the crisp December air, and Plushie was determined to find out what it was! She ventured off one afternoon to visit Rina, one of the town's most prominent shop keepers, who everyone knew sold some of the best sweets and treats.

Frolicking through the falling snow, our blue-haired heroine made her way to the Buttercup Cafe to meet with Rina. Spotting the hard-at-work treat-maker, Plushie waved, hopping up towards the counter.

"Hi, Rina!" She said happily (Rina was one of her favorite shop-keepers).

The other straightened from below the counter, a tray of freshly baked pies in her mitted-hands. The sight was a relief to Plushie; Rina had not experienced any sweet-thievery! Perhaps there was nothing to worry about. The look on her face, however, told a different story. Normally happy-go-lucky and sweeter than her treats, Rina appeared worrisome and anxious.

Plushie hopped onto the counter and sat, peering over at the utter mess that was the kitchen -- it looked as if a tropical storm had hit it!

"Oh Rina, what happened? Is everything alright?" She asked, her concern rising as she watched her friend busy about in an almost frantic manner.

Dropping the tray on the counter and working to cut each pie into even slices, Rina shook her head. "No, no, no it isn't alright. This is the fourth batch of pies that I've had to make! The other three went missing!"

Oh no! It seemed as if even Rina was suffering from this disappearing act! Plushie caught her crown; leaning over to inspect the kitchen had almost caused it to fall off. "What happened to your other three batches? Did you see anything?" She asked.

Rina shook her head once more, simultaneously cutting, plating, and packaging slices of various pies, some of which Plushie was able to recognize by sight and scent -- there was apple, pumpkin, chocolate mousse, and banana cream. "I don't know. I just don't know. I had set them to bake in the oven and had gotten a phone call. Though when I answered, no one was there. When I came out from the office, the oven door was open, and the pies were gone!" She said with a tone of frustration and bewilderment.

"Hmm... if the oven door was open, then it means someone took Rina's pies..." Thought Plushie. "Listen honey, I don't mean to be rude, but I have so many more pies to bake before the day is up. People will be coming in a few hours to get their Christmas pies and treats for Santa." Rina continued, barely looking up from her work. Plushie wished her a good day and hopped off the counter, wandering away from the Buttercup Cafe, her mind racing and puzzled.

Mrs. Kimmel lost her cookie ingredients, Mr. Fisher had lost his cookie mixes and boxed cookies, and now Rina had lost several batches of pies and who knows what else. This was no disappearing act... someone was stealing Christmas treats! In the name of Christmas... this mystery had to be solved! Plushie knew just who to ask... someone no one would think twice about hiding from, because well... most people overlooked him. She hurried down the street towards the only alley in town and, as she expected, Pete was rummaging around in one of the dumpsters... his only slipper dangling off his foot as he kicked his legs about.

Slipping to the other side of the dumpster, out of sight from the main road, Plushie scrunched her face up a moment -- the smell was gross. She knocked on the side of the dumpster, "Pete... I need a word with you." She whispered, afraid someone might be listening in. The thin man fell into the dumpster, slowly popping his head out and peering around; he too seemed to want privacy for this discussion. "I found a pair of sunglasses!" He exclaimed in a hushed whisper, holding out a pair of black sunglasses -- one of the lenses was missing, and the other was cracked. He put them on, obviously quite pleased with his new dashing appearance.

"Pete... this is very important." Plushie insisted, gazing around the alley. "Have you noticed anyone sneaking around, taking cookies and pies and cakes, and other Christmas sweets?" Pete seemed to forget about his new sunglasses; his expression became "covert" as he too glanced around. Leaning over the edge of the dumpster, he responded, "He's been sneaking around at night... or else he uses some made up story to hoodwink folks out of their sweets. He's got himself an army... a whole army of sweet-thieves.. calls 'em the Zero Bot Army..."

Plushie listened intently, taking in this new information. An army designed to steal treats? "Why is he doing this...? I mean... why does he want everyone's sweets?" She asked, doing her best not to wrinkle her nose from the dumpster's smell -- Pete would be offended. Pete looked around once more, and the girl mimicked his actions. "Some time ago, this Zero Omega, as his name is, he used to work at this place, see, and his coworkers... they pied him, right in his face. That didn't sit well with ol' Zero Omega... so he vowed that he'd have his revenge. He don't want Gaia to have a Christmas. Think about it.. if Santa has no cookies and pies and treats.. he can't deliver no presents."

Oh my goodness! This was more serious than she knew! Zero Omega wanted to destroy Christmas! Pete abruptly ended their meeting by disappearing back into the dumpster, a moment later crying out his excitement of finding crumpled xerox paper. Plushie walked from the alley in a daze -- someone was trying to ruin Christmas... wonderful Christmas. How could anyone be so heartless? She had to save Christmas... she had to! But... how?

Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:33 pm

Her head down, feeling resolved and yet, somehow a little defeated, our little heroine walked down the main road, soft snow crunching under her small feet. "Oh yes, we have our sweets for Santa," came a voice in the distance. Glancing up, Plushie saw Ms. Agatha, the Jewelry shop owner, standing in her doorway and on her porch... a fellow she hadn't seen before. He expressed his relief, said that sweets were essential for Santa, and proceeded to explain why. Ms. Agatha, being the patient woman she was, nodded and smiled, listening politely.

Then she saw it! About six boys who looked exactly like the stranger on the porch were running through Ms. Agatha's backyard -- each had boxes and packages in his arms. It was Ms. Agatha's sweets for Santa! The stranger was Zero Omega and these... clones... his Zero Bot Army! They were stealing Santa's sweets!

"Hey!" Cried Plushie, wanting to alert Ms. Agatha to the theft-in-progress. Zero Omega turned and saw her running over, realizing that his plan had been interrupted. Without a word he turned, jumped from the porch, and ran off down the road. "Hello, Plushie! How are you today?" Called Ms. Agatha, oblivious as to what had just happened. "Fine, thank you! Have a jolly day!" She called back as she hurried after the mastermind behind this Christmas Caper! Plushie was a decent runner and was able to keep up relatively well. She followed Zero Omega into the Durem Reclamation Facility, hot on his trail. What she saw was shocking...

There, under the large pipes, was the biggest stack of sweets she had ever seen! There were boxes of cookies, packages of cookies, cookie mixes, splattered pies, boxed pies, bags of sugar and chocolate chips, tubes of icing, and candy galore! It was massive! There were also quite a few other members of this Army... much more than the six she had seen earlier. Plushie stopped a short distance away from the group, panting for breath.

Pointing towards Zero Omega, she called, "I know exactly what you're doing and you won't get away with this! I love Christmas and I won't let you ruin it for Gaia!" The mastermind boy sneered and laughed, obviously thinking little of our heroine. With a simple command, a handful of the bots began to approach. Plushie took a step back and, after doing a few little ninja like moves, reached toward the blue sky, her hand open. A moment later, a scepter like instrument filled her hand... it was the Spear of the Overseer! Pointing it at the advancing bots, she cried, "Your Grinchness is not welcome in Gaia! In the name of Christmas, I will melt your icy plans!"

The bots began to throw coal at her! Ow, ow, ow! Plushie squealed and danced around, trying to avoid the falling big, black stones. Using her scepter to block one that would have bonked her right on the head, she glared at the evil bots. "Ok! That's it!" Pointing the "business end" of her scepter towards them, the little heroine waved it in a circular motion and shouted, "Wind-whirl Christmas Ribbons!" Blue ribbons suddenly spiraled, it seemed, from inside her scepter... twisting and twirling, dancing towards the bots, ready to twist them and bind them and smack some Christmas spirit into them!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 40

AC rolled: 7 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 40

Daily attack (1) of (2).

Oh no! The bots grabbed the ribbon and tied it into knots. Yikes! Quick Plushie, think of something else!

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Posted: Sat Dec 10, 2011 9:36 pm

It seemed as if her first counter-attack had failed. Drat! Before she could follow through with another, the Zero Bot Army was once again on the offensive! This time they threw... stockings? Huh? Plushie stood motionless, a bit surprised by this sudden change of tactics. Stockings were Christmas-themed and she couldn't help but wonder... had her attack really worked? Did her ribbons smack some Christmas spirit into these drones? Right when she was about to cheer, she realized... oh no, her attack did not work, and these were not stockings... they were over-sized smelly socks! Ewww! She pinched her nose and ran about in circles, trying desperately to avoid the smelly laundry; they smelled worse than Pete's dumpster!

"Ew! Aaaaah! Noooo!" She screamed, her voice a little 'duck like' due to the pinched nose. Then... the worst thing imaginable happened... a sock landed right on her head! She paused as if dumbstruck... horrified, but only for a moment. Oh how she squealed and screamed, immediately smacking the sock off and 'brushing' at her hair. "Ew! Ew! Ew! Ew!" She carried on, while the Zero Bot Army, and Zero Omega himself, stood nearby laughing. Plushie glared at these horrible fiends, repulsed by their low-life tactics. "You won't be laughing for long, you treat-napping-tricksters!" She assured them. Pointing the golden end of her scepter in their direction once more, she yelled, "Christmas Snowball Storm!" Hundreds of snowballs erupted from her scepter, flying towards the Zero Bot Army!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 40

AC rolled: 7 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 40

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

The metallic armor the army wore was too much for the frail snowballs -- they all splatted and fell right off, without causing any damage! This battle had only begun, and already Plushie knew it was going to be difficult. Of course saving Christmas would not be easy... but she would not back down!

Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:19 pm

"Come on girl, think...think..." Plushie thought to herself. Her ribbons had failed and her snowballs proved to be no match against the metallic army of Christmas-thieves. Something surely had to work against them, but what? The Zero Bots encircled her, trapping her within - oh no! This wasn't going to end well. Keeping her scepter in front of her, Plushie turned on the spot, hating to leave her back exposed to any one of them, but not having much choice. Oh dear, oh dear! What was she going to -- thwap! Hey! A snowball had hit her in the back of her head! Spinning about, she glared, "Who did that?" She demanded, twirling about, waiting for a response. None came. THWAP! This one had hit her right in the butt! She turned and turned, looking for the culprit; thwap, thwap, thwap, thwap! One in the face, another in the stomach, a third on the butt, and the fourth on her back!

Plushie wiped the fluff from her face and glared at the diabolical thieves, not liking them one little bit! "Alright, that's it! I am done playing with you drones!" She yelled, gripping her scepter tightly in both hands. Spinning on the spot, she twirled and twirled and twirled, the golden end of her scepter pointed towards the sky. "Christmas Frigid Winds!" Her voice carried. Spin, spin, spin; blistering cold winds blew through the vicinity, gust after angry gust. Plushie gripped her crown to keep it from flying off her head, her other hand keeping her dress down. The winds raged on for a few moments, picking up snow and turning the area into a miniature little snow storm! Surely this would work! There'd be no way those heartless clones could withstand this! When the "storm" had died down, she glanced a peek.. her heart sinking! None of the Zero Bot Army had been affected! She had hoped they'd blow away! Their armor was too heavy, keeping them grounded. Drat! THWAP! A snowball right to the face. Oy.

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 40

AC rolled: 3 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 40

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Posted: Sun Dec 11, 2011 9:20 pm

Our little heroine stood there fuming, bit of snow slowly dripping from her face. Grrrr. Why, why, why was nothing working? Why was the magic of Christmas failing against these Grinch-Grubbers? Christmas magic was always stronger than Grinch-wickedness! How did the Who's defeat the Grinch, anyway? Hmm... it was their singing! Even though things looked bleak, the Who's remained positive, carol'd, and the Grinch's heart grew three sizes too big, and his wickedness was defeated! Maybe Plushie was taking the wrong approach to this battle - she needed to try something else!

Wiping the snow from her face, she placed the end of her scepter in the snow, using it to lean on. Searching out Zero Omega in the crowd, she addressed him, "I know you're angry about what happened to you, but stealing all of Santa's treats won't stop Christmas. Christmas is bigger than just presents! Christmas is about kindness and love, and generosity, and good cheer and merriment... and those don't come wrapped in presents." Picking her scepter up, she'd point it towards the sky once more, calling out, "Christmas tunes, release your melody!" As if someone had flipped a switch, a jingle erupted in the air... then music! Plushie began to dance, keeping in step with the tunes, singing along...

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.
Tis the season to be jolly,
Fa la la la la, la la la la.

Don we now our gay apparel,
Fa la la, la la la, la la la.
Troll the ancient Yule tide carol,
Fa la la la la, la la la la."

On and on she frolicked, pausing here and there to offer a merry smile to one of the Zero Bot Army drones. One suddenly fell... then another... and another... it seemed as if they had short-circuited (or something!). Plushie danced and sang at the top of her lungs and (whether it was the Christmas music, or her not-so-wonderful singing), her "plan" seemed to be working! The Zero Bot Army had finally been weakened!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 40

AC rolled: 14 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-7)

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 33

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:20 pm

The festive tunes seemed to have done the trick; the Zero Bot Army had been weakened at last! Perhaps she couldn't merely fight her way through this group of tricky-treat-thieves! (Try saying that five times fast!). Maybe the best course of action was to share the true festive delights of Christmas; maybe these drones just needed to have their icy, mechanical hearts thawed with warm Christmas sentiments. Zero Omega did not look pleased; he was doing his best to block out her (not so talented) caroling. The little do-gooder's tune was cut abruptly (and rudely) short when one of the drones stuck his foot out, tripping her! Crunch. Landing face-first on the ground, Plushie got a nice face full and mouthful of snow.

It was a good thing some of the snow bunched up around her ears... it dulled the laughing around her. Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, Plushie shook the snow from her head, sitting back and wiping her face and front. Well that wasn't a very good example of "good cheer towards you fellow man" (or woman, in this case). Picking her scepter up from the ground, she got to her feet, smoothing out her dress momentarily. "You could have at least programmed them with some manners." She snapped at Zero Omega, who looked thoroughly amused with what had just transpired. He merely shrugged and smirked in response. THWAP! And there it was, again... a snowball right in the face.

Plushie danced on the spot... or rather it looked like dancing, but in actuality she was having a little mini temper tantrum. "No! Stop it! That's what they're trying to do; that's what they want! They want me to get angry and forget the true meaning of Christmas. I'd be no better than them if I got angry and was mean. I can't do that." She thought to herself, forcing herself to stop her frantic motions and just wipe the snow away. "I know what you're trying to do, and it won't work! I'll never stoop down to your level." Remembering her course of action, Plushie gripped her scepter more tightly and pointed it in front of her, at one of the Zero Bot Army drones. "What kind of Christmas would it be without some hot coco?" Turning on the spot, she waved her scepter, the golden end stopping on each metallic drone. "Coco, coco, thick and hot, melt the ice of this heartless lot!" Sing-song chanting had its positive effect -- a cup of steamy hot coco materialized in each drone-like hand. "Don't forget the marshmallows." She added, and with her motions, they came -- tiny little white puffs floating in that rich, delicious chocolate drink.

Each Zero Bot Army drone stared at his cup, most merely tipping it over and spilling its contents into the snow. Oh no! This might be another failure! Then it happened! A spare few seemed to allow their curiosity to overcome them -- they took a sip! Each's expression twisted into that of a content smile before they toppled over into the snow! Another few down, warmed by the power of Christmas!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 33

AC rolled: 12 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-1)

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 32

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Posted: Mon Dec 12, 2011 9:22 pm

She wasn't sure how many were left, but it was quite a few less than the starting amount. The declining numbers offered some reassurance; she was making a difference and that difference gave her hope. Maybe, just maybe, she could save Christmas. True, Gaia didn't need presents to have a Christmas, but she just couldn't let Zero Omega get away with such deceit and maliciousness. Besides, the devastation that a missing Santa would bring on children was just too heartbreaking to think about!

Zero Omega did not react well to his army's decline in numbers. At once he ordered the remaining drones to catch "the annoying little girl" and toss her in the Durem fishing lake! In the words of Scooby-Doo... RUH'OH! Plushie took off running, chased by two handfuls of drones! She zigzagged left, then right, dropped low, jumped high, stooping here and there to pick up a snowball and toss it at one of her pursuers. Crying out in surprise, Plushie fell forward suddenly, landing in the snow; one of the fallen drones had grabbed her ankle! "Think fast... oh my gosh, oh my gosh... think, think, think...," she urged herself, watching the remaining forces closing in on her. Oh no, oh no!

Sitting on her butt, leaning back, she thrust the golden end of her scepter up into the air.

"Grab that stick of hers!" Zero Omega shouted, knowing something was coming. One of the drones moved to grab it.

Too late.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle bells... ROCK!" Plushie cried. A soft blue light radiated at the tip of her scepter, emitting from between the golden arches. Brighter and brighter and brighter it grew, causing the Zero Bot Army to back away from its source... and her. The brilliant blue light beamed into the sky, disappearing after a moment. All eyes were on the sky, watching.. waiting.. Nothing happened. Zero Omega looked relieved, thinking the magic had failed. Suddenly golden bells materialized in the air above the gathered group in pairs! Each pair was tied together with a beautiful colored ribbon - one was red, another blue, another white, another pink. Plushie smiled brightly at the sight (a bit relieved herself!). "Let's rock!" She yipped happily, waving her scepter. The pairs of bells began to move, each at a different time; the melody of each pair meshed with the others, forming a tune magnified ten times. It was "Jingle Bell Rock!"

Glancing around her, Plushie saw each of the drones (and Zero Omega himself) covering his ears. Oh that wouldn't help! Getting up from the ground, she sang once more (still not well).

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock!
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring!
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun!
Now the jingle hop has begun!"

Hopping about, she sang and sang to her heart's content, frolicking with merriment... and boy did it have a positive effect! Several of the Zero Bot Army drones short-circuited and collapsed! More than she could have even hoped for! Never doubt the Jingle Bells! Woohoo! Christmas, you shall be safe in no time!

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 32

AC rolled: 16 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-17)

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 15

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:17 pm

The Jingle Bells Rock song couldn't have gone any better even if she could sing well! More and more army drones short-circuited and toppled over into the snow, leaving only a spare few to go... and of course the mastermind, Zero Omega, himself. He didn't look pleased, and one in his position surely couldn't blame him. Here he had waited so long and gone through so much trouble to ruin Christmas, and in the span of less than half an hour, his entire scheme had been nearly foiled. One couldn't blame him for the few "anti-festive" words he sputtered, all of which would not look at all nice in text, so I won't put them here.

Plushie felt more delighted than ever! She was so close to saving Christmas and ensuring that everyone had a wonderfully happy holiday! There were but a few more army drones to go through, however, and Zero Omega himself. Not quite sure how to handle him, Plushie decided to just play it by the moment -- she'd figure something out when the time came. Presently, her attention needed to remain on the leftover drones; Christmas was not safe yet! Taking a few steps back from the remaining army bots, Plushie waited a moment; part of her wondered if their swift decline would entice the rest to raise the white flag in surrender. That would be wonderful. Of course, it was only wishful thinking, for Zero Omega had no intention of tossing the towel in just yet. The black hearted fiend was determined to have his revenge.

"Well don't just stand there! I want her tossed in with the Durem fish! Let those Rogue Biters have a go at her." He commanded to his remaining army.

The bots advanced once more, each grabbing a large candy cane from the ground that had been used to decorate the facility. Uh-oh. Plushie gripped her scepter, forced to use it for hand-to-hand combat! With a squeal, she blocked a candy-cane swipe, quick on her feet, backing this way and that, raising her scepter to defend from the peppermint-pummeling! "These bots are so bad... worse than the others! How can I get through this anti-Christmas programming?" She thought, narrowly missing a bonk to the head! Then it dawned on her... she couldn't counteract these anti-Christmas bots... but someone else could! Turning on the spot, she ran towards the facility steps leading up to the fishing area. Stepping up the first three, she pointed her scepter at the remaining bots, "You think you hate Christmas? You don't know the meaning of being a Grinch!" Lifting the golden end towards the sky, she waved it side to side, shouting...

"You're a rotter, Mr. Grinch.
You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato splotched
With moldy purple spots,
Mr. Grinch!

And these bots think they're worse than you!"

A foul smelling, green gaseous odor erupted from the end of her scepter, which she immediately pointed towards the remaining bots. Wrinkling her nose, Plushie turned her face a bit, doing her best to block out the stench. The gas built and built, creeping down into the fray, thickening and thickening... such a rotted smell. It thickened and clumped, taking shape, until... there he stood... Mr. Grinch! His furry body as green as mold, his face twisted into a furious, sour scowl. "What is this, I hear? Who thinks they hate Christmas more than the Grinch?" He demanded, his tone acidic and challenging.

"These army bots do, Mr. Grinch. In fact, they're trying to upstage you by ruining Christmas." Plushie said from behind him, remaining on the steps.

"WHAT? UPSTAGE THE GRINCH? THE MOST FEARSOME, VILE, HATEFUL CREATURE THAT EVER HATED?" The Grinch shouted. He turned on the bots faster than a dog on a steak. Stomping up to them, he proceeded to berate them, jabbing at them, mocking them, laughing wickedly at them. "Stealing Santa's cookies? Ha! What a pathetic plot! The work of amateurs! You make me laugh!" And so, he laughed. "You don't hate Christmas! You don't know what hate is! You love Christmas compared to me! You love it, and treasure it, and love the jolly fat man, compared to me, the Grinch!" On and on he went, never pausing in his ramblings.

The continued contradictions, doubts, and berating did exactly what Plushie had hoped... it caused several of the army bots' heads to explode from over-processing! Hearing the Grinch's constant angry ranting conflicted with their programming; it caused many of the bots' to overload. A handful of them collapsed into the snow, their heads a heap of broken metal and electrical wiring. Finding his "audience" in short supply, the Grinch finally stopped his lecture, gazing at the so few bots remaining. "Losers." He muttered at last, stomping off and away from the facility.

Plushie hopped down from the steps, facing the final few bots. Looking to Zero Omega with a smile, she said, "I'll be with you shortly."

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 15

AC rolled: 18 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-5)

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 10

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Posted: Tue Dec 13, 2011 9:18 pm

Zero Omega looked as if he were about to explode, much like how his bots had not a moment ago. One could attribute his reddened face to the cold temperatures, but I think we all know, as did Plushie, that it was a sign of his anger. He had nearly tasted victory, nearly had it in his grasp, so close to destroying Christmas for Gaia, when a meddling girl came along and hung bright lights all over his dark, sinister little world. I feel compelled to pause in the story-telling, for at this moment our antagonist partook in a temper tantrum of his own, stomping around and raving about the injustice of being pied in the face, the nuisance of a meddler before him, his wonderful plans being ruined, and a few other choice words that I must leave out. When he was done, he rounded on our heroine with a rage in his eyes, determined to have her goody-two-shoes Christmas saving stopped at once!

"I don't care what you do, but I want her gone! Throw her in with the fishes, tie her to a rocket, feed her her precious cookies until she pops like a balloon - I don't care! Get rid of her now, before she ruins everything!" He barked hysterically, ordering his last few bots into action. Nothing and no one would ruin this for him! He had plotted this for so long! Gaia deserved it for what was done to him! Christmas would be ruined; he would see to it that no one got presents this year!

The remaining bots attacked with a vengeance best suited for their maker; they threw snowballs, coal, and smelly old socks; they swung candy canes, made grabs for her scepter, and tried to snatch her up in their metallic clutches! It was the fiercest attack yet; Plushie barely evaded, and suffered the blow of a few snowballs and even a large lump of coal! Ow! She used her scepter to ward off as much of the wicked objects as possible, batting away coal, breaking snowballs, and blocking those peppermint canes. She turned, twisted, stumbled and tripped, and ran... this was it, the final moment...

One of the bots grabbed the golden end of her scepter, stopping her escape. This would be her final attempt to defeat the remaining bots; if she was successful it would be down to her and Zero Omega, but if she failed her scepter would be taken, and she tossed in with the fishes, or tied to a rocket, or made to explode from too many cookies! This was it!

"Take a good look at what you're trying to take away from Gaia!" She said, her voice full of passion and conviction. This was the only thing she could think of, showing these drones just what they were trying to steal from Gaia. Gripping her scepter with both hands, she closed her eyes, summoning all the strength she could; it took a warm heart filled with generosity to give a gift to another, and Plushie knew that these cold bots needed wonderful ones if she had any chance of bypassing their "ruin-Christmas" programming. She put as much kindness, warmth, and desire to make another happy into her magic, crying out, "Wrapped in paper with a pretty little bow, Christmas gifts, Christmas gifts, to you I bestow!"

The bot who held her scepter was forced back as yet another ball of light shone at its tip, soft and pink with a touch of gold. It grew brighter and brighter, jetting outward and splitting into many strands, each finding one of the spread-out drones. At the end of the lighted-stream, a box manifested, each wrapped with decorative, festive paper and topped with a colorful bow. Christmas presents! The drones looked down at the offered gift, at first unsure of what it was, and even more-so... what to do with it!

"Go ahead, open them." Plushie encouraged. One by one, each of the remaining drones took hold of their box, the light disappearing once they had. Each worked to undo the wrapping (something that was not at all easy for a mindless hunk of metal), finally shredding the packaging and revealing what was inside. Inside each box lay a brand new eye-piece of a different color. One was red, another orange, another yellow, and another blue. "Put it on." Plushie said. One by one the drones picked up the piece, analyzing it.

"Crush it!" Zero Omega shouted angrily.

The bots continued to analyze, processing the item; each knew what it was, fore they all had one of their own. It was easy to deduce that the newer eye-pieces were more "advanced" and so, by simple calculation, each knew to replace their current with them. One by one the bots removed their eye-pieces, attaching the ones that had been given as a gift. The scene changed for them dramatically. What once had been gray, dull, dark and dismal, now changed to colorful, merry, vibrant and spectacular. Whether bots can "feel" is a subject much debated, but I'd speculate that the change of scenery sparked some kind of odd circuitry within them, for each drone seemed overwhelmed and even astonished.

Needless to say, the "positive imagery" was enough; it caused an overload for each remaining bot, and down they toppled into the snow. No one could resist a gift from the heart, especially when one was so well needed. Plushie turned to the only remaining enemy... Zero Omega himself. The two stood a few feet apart, he glaring at her in a rage, and her bracing herself for what was to come. This was it... the showdown that would determine the fate of Christmas.

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 10

AC rolled: 10 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! ( -8 )

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 2

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:13 pm

The Zero Bot Army was down to one... its creator. Zero Omega vs. Plushie in a winner takes all match! The stakes? Christmas itself! An onlooker would no doubt be able to cut through the tension as one would a slice of freshly baked pumpkin pie! They stood, separated by a few feet, eyes locked on one another. Plushie fidgeted a bit -- a nervous habit -- as she did her best to 'stare down' the competition, who returned the challenge with an unwavering and unyielding resolve to, it seemed, melt her with a hateful glare. The silence was as thick as an early morning fog, heavy and suffocating. Zero Omega finally broke it.

"Everything was going fine until you came hurrying along with your little do-right heart." He said, his tone icy and resentful. Plushie couldn't help but return the glare, finding the idea of stealing Christmas and dashing the beliefs of so many "fine" a little infuriating. "You're being selfish, Zero. You want to ruin Christmas for all of Gaia because of the wrong-doing of few. That's despicable." She retorted, genuinely hoping that she could make him see reason. Her intent had the opposite effect, however, for her rival seemed to lose what temper he had been struggling to compose.

"Despicable?! What's despicable is shoving a pie into someone's face and humiliating them in front of their peers! What's despicable is laughing at them and making them a complete joke!" He shouted, his hands clenching into fists. Plushie nodded a little; despite his heinous plot to destroy Christmas, little miss "do-right" as she was previously called, could empathize with him. "I can't imagine how that made you feel. It was wrong. They shouldn't have done that. But destroying Christmas? You're trying to ruin a holiday for everyone! How is that revenge? That's hurting people who had nothing to do with what happened!" She said, doing her best to push through his rage, hoping beyond hoping that he'd see his true harm.

Zero Omega did not respond. He merely stood, staring at her, perhaps in thought. Figuring that her words had made some kind of positive impression, Plushie decided to push further. Directing the golden end of her scepter towards her free hand, she said quietly, "A Christmas feast is not complete without a tasty little treat." A cream-colored puff erupted from her scepter, similar to the rancid green one that had brought forth the Grinch. This one, though, smelled wonderful! It was sugary, rich, and scrumptious! It clumped and thickened, finally manifesting itself into a pie... a delicious pumpkin pie! Plushie had a feeling that pumpkin was his favorite.

The sight of the pie caused Zero Omega to take a step back -- he clearly still had some pie issues. "No, no, it's ok." She assured him, slowly walking towards him. "I made this because I want you to pie me in the face." Wait, what? Was she serious? Absolutely. Plushie intended to give him the "revenge" that perhaps was most appropriate; he was pied in the face, and so hey, why shouldn't he pie someone else in the face? At the very least she hoped he'd feel better. Plus.. it would be funny! Laughter was the best medicine. Zero Omega raised a brow, clearly unsure of whether or not to take her seriously. "I mean it. I want you to take this pumpkin pie and mash it right into my face. It'll be funny!" Plushie said, nearly laughing at the thought.

She was almost close enough to hand him the pie when the worst thing that could have happened... happened. On her way to step over one of the fallen bots, her foot caught against the metal, causing her to trip forward. The scene was in slow-motion: A startled cry, a slow, slow, slow fall forward, that both could see nano-second by nano-second, her hand raising instinctively to catch herself, the pie... the pumpkin pie... mashing into Zero Omega's face. EPIC FACEPALM. Forced back by the pie-in-the-face, Zero Omega stumbled, clearly shocked by what had just happened. Landing in the snow on all fours, Plushie glanced up at him, horror-struck. Oh no, oh no, oh no...

Well... the Zero Bot Army had been defeated... but thanks to her fancy footwork and backfiring good intentions... the battle for Christmas was about to take an entirely different turn from the victory she had anticipated as so close... and this turn could prove more dangerous than the last...

Enemy: Zero Bot Army
AC: 10
HP: 2

AC rolled: 17 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! ( -8 )

Enemy: Zero Bot Army (after-attack)
AC: 10
HP: 0

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Posted: Wed Dec 14, 2011 9:20 pm

Zero Omega straightened, his expression that of trauma and shock... or, it would have been, if you could see it. Pumpkin pie caked his face, concealing it from view. Had you been able to see his face, you might recognize his expression as one similar to the expression you'd make if you were terrified of clowns and one suddenly jumped out at you. His body shook, though whether that was from shock or rage, well... I leave that to your imagination. "Zero, I'm so, so..." Plushie began, her voice pleading and weak. With a firm raise of his hand, she instantly silenced herself, not wanting to add any more aggravation to whatever he was dealing with presently.

He slowly brought his hands up and peeled the pie from his face, letting it fall with a dreadful thud into the snow below. Plushie got to her feet after a moment, picking her scepter up as she did. "It was an accident..." She told him meekly, already knowing that her words were falling onto deaf ears. There was absolutely no way that he would listen to anything she had to say, even though what had just happened was in fact an accident. She knew that. Using his pointer and middle finger on each hand, Zero Omega wiped the pumpkin mush from his eyes. Expecting to find them filled with rage, Plushie found her anticipation incorrect... and wretchedly so, for what his eyes shone was far worse than boiling anger. His eyes were "dead set" as the expression goes; they were the eyes of a man whose mind was so closed off that no words would ever reach him.

Without a word and without bothering to finish cleaning his face, Zero Omega turned on the spot and began walking towards the stairs of the Durem Reclamation fishing area. For a moment, a brief moment, Plushie feared that, in his state of mind, he was about to throw himself into the water! That of course was ridiculous, for he intended to do no such thing. Not walking up the stairs, but around them, Zero Omega approached a door in the stone. Had that always been there? No. He had been planning this Christmas-Caper for a long time. Gripping the knob, he pulled the door open, stepping aside.

What greeted her was a horrible sight! ZOMBIES! Countless zombies walked in a sluggish, sloppy manner from beneath the larger facility stairs. They had been "stored" there, apparently in the event that the bot-army failed. Plushie took several steps back as the zombie army was released into the facility in numbers exceeding that of their predecessor. Zero Omega himself remained by the stairs, now taking the time to begin cleaning his face. The nearest zombie clumsily swung his weapon at her head! Jumping back, Plushie tripped over a bot, landing on her butt in the snow. Oh no! These were your classic zombies - they wanted her brain to eat! Yikes!

Wasting no time, she jumped to her feet and put as much distance between herself and the mass of brainless brain-nommers as possible. Gripping her scepter, she pointed it towards the sky, performing a few graceful movements and calling out once more,

"Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle bell rock!
Jingle bells swing and jingle bells ring!
Snowing and blowing up bushels of fun!
Now the jingle hop has begun!"

The same bells materialized and began their familiar tune... but the effects this time were heartbreaking! Nothing happened! It seemed as if these ghoulish zombies were far too stupid to process the sounds, let alone understand any meaning in them! Positive sentiments and Christmas cheer was not going to defeat this army... Plushie would have to battle them! Christmas was depending on her!

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army
AC: 13
HP: 60

AC rolled: 12 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army (after-attack)
AC: 13
HP: 60

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:09 pm

Plushie mentally thwapped herself right upside the head - Leroy Jethro Gibbs style; if only she hadn't tripped and pied Zero Omega in the face, if only her plan had gone the way it was supposed to go... Christmas might be safe. Instead, she was back to square one, facing another army, this one more formidable than the last. Having learned moments ago that Christmas cheer and 'good will' were powerless against these foes, Plushie knew that she would have to take a different approach if she was to have any hope of defeating this band of mindless henchmen.

A handful of the zombies lumbered towards her, making guttural, groaning noises, each with a weapon in hand. It wasn't too difficult to put some distance between them and herself; zombies don't possess the brain power to maneuver quickly, you see, or outsmart their opponent by swiftly changing directions. At least Plushie had that on her side. Putting the end of her scepter into the snow, she squinted through the golden arches with one eye. "Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, gift a special toy please, just for me." She sang. The two golden arches of her scepter began to grow, several inches higher until the middle point was much lower. Removing one of her wrist bands, she stretched it around the two longer arches, making a slingshot.

"Take this, you ghoulish grumps." Plushie said, pulling the band back and releasing. Now, this was indeed a "special toy" for it needed no ammunition - it had its own! With each fling of the band, ten snowballs flew forward from seemingly no where! Fling, fling, fling, fling! It was a snowball attack! Clump after clump of countless snowy balls of varying sizes -- some were golf ball size, others baseball size, others softball size, and some even bowling ball size! -- flew towards the zombie army. Many were hit; some were hit in the face, others in the chest and stomach. It was an all out attack!

Unfortunately, it did nothing. The empty-headed henchmen merely lumbered on forward, not even realizing that they had been hit! The snow simply smooshed against them and fell off, landing in clumps on the snowy ground below. Removing the band from her scepter and quickly replacing it on her wrist, the golden arches shrank until they were once again normal size. Ugh. She needed to think of something else...

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army
AC: 13
HP: 60

AC rolled: 5 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army (after-attack)
AC: 13
HP: 60

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Posted: Thu Dec 15, 2011 9:18 pm

Plushie facepalmed; she had absolutely no idea what sort of offense she could possibly make against these zombies because, quite frankly, they were too stupid to know that anything had happened! The zombies groaned and lumbered, half-walking and half-dragging themselves towards her, no doubt hungry for some brain-food. Zero Omega finally emerged from by the stone stairs, his face now clean and lacking pumpkin pie. He seemed distant in a way; during the first battle with his first army, he had been expressive in his desire to have "the meddler" gotten rid of, as well as his anti-Christmas anger. Now, he seemed solemn and withdrawn, as if he were working something out in his mind and had little interest as to what was going on around him, despite his occasional glances.

"Zero! Call off your zombies; it was an accident and you know it! I tripped!" Plushie called to him, standing on tip-toes to see over the heads of the slowly advancing minions. Zero glanced at her, his eyes flashing with hollow anger. He didn't believe her; in his mind, he had allowed this girl to trick him and further humiliate him and, in fact, it had been her tactic all along. He would suffer no more insults; nothing and no one would come between him and his revenge -- Christmas would not be ruined, oh no, it would be destroyed!

Her attention momentarily turning to the zombie army before her, Plushie was forced to retreat back a few steps. Gripping her scepter, she pointed it at the ground before her, making a swirling motion with the golden end.

"Frosty the snowman was a jolly happy soul,
With a corncob pipe and a button nose
And two eyes made out of coal.
Frosty the snowman is a fairy tale, they say,
He was made of snow but the children
Know how he came to life one day."

She sang, all the while making circular motions with the golden end of her scepter, as if shaping snowballs. And so she did. The snow began to pull together, rolling this way and that, in circles, keeping with the motion of the scepter. On and on it clumped and rolled, first one giant ball, then another medium ball, and finally a smaller ball, all of large size, despite their difference in mass. The medium ball hopped, of its own accord, onto the larger ball, and then at last the smaller ball hopped, also of its own accord, onto the medium ball, forming a stack of three. The figure stood around 6 feet tall -- quite the nice sized snowman. A soft whizzing noise sounded in the air and, a few moments later, two long branches had flown towards the snowman from one of the nearby trees. Attaching to the sides of the medium ball, the snowman was now given arms! Swiftly picking up some of the coal that the zero bots had thrown at her, Plushie gave the snowman a face and buttons. Using a candy cane for his pipe and a carrot (which had come from the pile of Santa's stolen snacks) for his nose, she waited... and waited... though nothing happened! What was missing? Oh! His hat! Where was it?

Suddenly spotting the hat a few feet away (it had gotten pushed aside as the snowman was forming), Plushie snatched it up and placed it on the snowman's head... just in time, too... for the zombies were but a few feet away. The snowman suddenly gave a hearty laugh and turned on the spot, facing the brainless brutes, very much alive! Before Plushie could speak, however, something horrible happened! While her attention was turned to the zombie army, Zero Omega had made his way to Santa's Stock Pile and lit it on fire! (I know! I'm just as horrified as you; what a fiend!) The brilliant flames began to dance over the corner of the pile, burning all that lay beneath it.

"Frosty! Quick! Santa's treats!" Plushie cried, pointing with her hand towards the pile. Frosty the snowman barreled his way through the zombie army, sliding through the snow, plowing (hurr hurr, snow joke!) several of them over. He slid at a great speed, his bottom-ball growing as the snow clumped to him. Without a moment to lose, our magical friend threw himself on top of the flames! His cold mass extinguished the fire, saving a good 85% of Santa's treats, but unfortunately the flames melted him in the process. Plushie's eyes filled with tears as she looked on, seeing what was Frosty the snowman, now a pile of slush, piled onto a steamy mass of burnt treats. He had saved them.

The zombie henchman that had been knocked over merely groaned and clumsily clambered to their feet once more, unaffected by the blow. Plushie removed her crown, taking a moment of silence for the fallen hero, not caring that the wretched fiends were once more lumbering towards her...

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army
AC: 13
HP: 60

AC rolled: 12 -- attack: UNSUCCESSFUL!

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army (after-attack)
AC: 13
HP: 60

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

Posted: Fri Dec 16, 2011 3:18 pm

Our little heroine replaced her crown upon her head and gripped her scepter tighter than ever; she was feeling a great mix of things as it were: sadness, anger, frustration, and even a bit of dread. Things were beginning to look hopeless; Frosty had sacrificed himself for Santa's treats, but as it were, they and even Christmas itself, were no closer to being safe than they had been when Zero Omega had lit them on fire. It all seemed futile. Zero had Santa's treat hostage, an entire zombie army at his disposal, and an absolute resolve to ruin Christmas. What could she, one girl, do against all of that?

Plushie tipped her head forward as if defeated -- she sure felt defeated. Well, that was that. Christmas was going to be ruined; she failed. With a sigh, she stood waiting, waiting for the zombies to close in on her, drag her down, and begin their brain-feasting. It was all over. Zero Omega had won. Her world had gone black, dark and hopeless, so despairing and depressing. Then, somewhere in the dark, there came a light; it was a soft, golden color, warm and faint. The more she began to notice it, the brighter it got. A thought occurred to her just then, as that little light glowed: People were counting on her. She saw all the children of Gaia eagerly rushing to their Christmas tree, excited to find the presents that Santa left them, only to find nothing. She saw their faces, their heartbroken and confused expressions. She saw them asking themselves if Santa had forgotten them, or if they had been so bad that he purposefully neglected them. She saw some of them despairing and others becoming angry. Santa forgot me, some said! Santa doesn't exist, others said! On and on the turmoil raged until Christmas itself became no more! More and more people refused to believe in Santa and, with less believes, Santa himself grew powerless to visit Gaia. No more cheer, no more songs, no more decorations, no more Christmas trees, no more presents, no more generosity -- Christmas was no more.

The little light blinded her, so fierce and bright and golden! It snapped her out of her hopeless trance and lifted her from the blackened pool of despair that she had, moments ago, been dangerously close to sinking into. "Never!" She cried, her resolve strengthened once more. "I will never, never, never, never let you take Christmas away from Gaia! I will never stop believing in the power of Christmas... or myself!" Plushie held her scepter (golden end up) behind her and towards the sky, a look of fierce determination on her face.

"Now Dasher, now Dancer, now Prancer and Vixen,
On Comet, on Cupid, on Donner and Blitzen!

Help me stop these fiends, in the name of Christmas!"

Far, far off in the distance there appeared what looked, at first, like a flock of birds. They were flying in the air, closer and closer to the scene below. As they grew closer, the birds became larger in size. After a moment, it was clear that these birds were a chocolate color and, in fact, not birds at all! Their bodies became larger, their features more easily seen, and several of them had antlers on their heads -- why, they were reindeer! All eight reindeer were coming, at top speed, towards the gathered group, their hoofed feet moving as they were running on the ground.

"Quick! Take out these holiday-horrors!" Plushie called, swinging her scepter forward to point at the lumbering zombies. The reindeer charged forward into the fray, headbutting and throwing zombies left and right, into tree branches and against tree trunks. Bringing up the rear, his nose shining bright, charged little Rudolph, the ninth and smallest of the group. What he lacked in size, he made up for in heart. Rudolph back-kicked a few zombies in the butt, sending them flying face first into the snow. They were stuck! As the reindeer departed, Plushie cheered and waved, hopping up and down with excitement. Many of the zombies were down and were not getting up! She had made some progress! Never lose hope! Never stop believing! She would win this fight, in the name of Christmas!

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army
AC: 13
HP: 60

AC rolled: 18 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-7)

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army (after-attack)
AC: 13
HP: 53

Daily attack (1) of (2).

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Her small victory brought a rejuvenation to her; several of the mindless zombies were out of the equation, tangled in branches, their heads stuck in the snow, or even knocked out against tree trunks! Her belief had resulted in something positive and restored her faith that this would all work out and Christmas would be safe in the end! Woohoo!

The minuscule "defeat" seemed to have brought some life back into Zero Omega, who had witnessed the reindeer-stampede from a distance. His face flushed with anger as he cast a rather annoyed look towards Plushie. "Zombies, eat her brain." He ordered, turning on the spot and heading away from the gathering. "Where are you going?" Plushie demanded, beginning to run towards him, not liking the sudden and unexpected departure. Zero Omega ignored her and continued on, taking one of the trails out of the facility. Before she could pursue, Plushie found her way blocked by a large group of the remaining zombies; stupid as though they were, they knew how to follow that simple order, and knew that they wanted a taste of brain!

For the time being it seemed as if Zero Omega and whatever plan he had just concocted would have to wait -- she had more pressing matters to deal with. Ducking as one of the zombies made a grab for her, Plushie scrambled away, as fast as her little feet would carry her, the zombies lumbering and lurching after her. She hopped over fallen bots, nearly tripped over discarded coal, and made her way towards the facility stairs. Bounding upward one at a time (not two, as most people would have done), she hurried to the very top, standing on the facility barrier were most people sat to fish.

Pointing her scepter up toward the sky, she called out, "White and puffy, yummy and luffly, rain down hard, oh so fluffy!" White clouds filled the sky overhead, though these clouds were a bit odd, for they were a whipped-like solid, as opposed to a gaseous fog. The zombies below took no notice of this difference as they continued to lurch and groan their way closer to the stairs. Plushie gazed up, watching the odd clouds clump and roll together, apparently sticky in nature; they formed and molded, as if two large hands were squeezing them into square-like shapes. Then, high, high above, there floated about a dozen extra large marshmallows!

One by one the marshmallows plummeted to the world below, shaking the ground upon impact. About half of them landed on a few zombies! Either smooshed or merely tangled in the sticky deliciousness, a large amount of the zombies were incapacitated! The numbers had dropped dramatically! Plushie yipped for joy and danced around on the stone barrier, doing a happy-victory dance. The remaining zombies, clueless as to their almost-demise, slowly lumbered clumsily up the stairs, one by one, groaning with hunger.

Many down, a bit more to go.

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army
AC: 13
HP: 53

AC rolled: 17 -- attack: SUCCESSFUL! (-14)

Enemy: Zero Zombie Army (after-attack)
AC: 13
HP: 39

Daily attack (2) of (2); no more attacks today.

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