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 Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:03 pm
 #1 – Fortenra Askasa
#2 - `Aine Chievious
#3 – Nymphiedora
#4 - Respectful Rhino
#5 - The Peanut Smuggler
#6 - shadowsong390
#7 – Return_of_Watanuki-san
#8 – Dukes
#9 - Meiko_Michan
#10 - Hirun Hikari
#11 - inasanemonkey1230
#12 - Amigo_amigo_amigo
#13 - K I N G S H O Y
#14 - Roy Salamandra
#15 – Otakkun
#16 - Peles Tears
#17 – Insomnesiac
#18 - `Kashi
#19 – Ajuran
#20 - Mithrendile
#21 - MonJ
#22 - mouse226
#23 – Merumiharu
#24 - Zaeyde
#25 - -_Sanity Eater_-
#26 - Edmond Dantes
#27 - Chikorin Moonie
#28 - Lady Rai
#29 - Merriweather
#30 - Malignant Mushrooms
#31 - Sae25
#32 - A Dragonflys Sin
#33 - Guccigirl247
#34 - Vlad D. Tepes
#35 - Bellecat
#36 - Draconissa
#37 - Zanaroo
#38 - Kimilia
#39 - Kitty Krazy
#40 - [Cherry.Wine]
#41 - Cheesypoof
#42 - Egotistical Moose
#43 - Sibeiko
#44 - buzzkid24
#45 - Heart Shaped Toastie
#46 - Emo_Pirate
#47 - Anael De Ezra
#48 - Mercain
#49 - TootsieFruity
#50 - Pixie Saylor
#51 - The Ti Chan
#52 - Merty
#53 - Tedie Behr
#54 - ` l e x i i
#55 - -lnishikacho-
#56 - Akai_Uchiha
#57 - Ismaru the Windsoul
#58 - Azrael Makar
#59 - sweetnessfairy
#60 - Turtle_Devil
#61 - The Cookie Baker
#62 - [Glitter.Poptart]
#63 - Chibi-Meower
#64 - Triskellion
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:06 pm
Santa was ready for Christmas.
He had his hat, bright red outfit, thick-soled boots, newly black-painted sleigh and newest to the ensemble, a black mask that covered his face, leaving two holes for his wild eyes.
This Christmas EVERYONE was in for a surprise.
“Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.” Santa cackled, holding tightly to Rudolph’s reins. None of the other reindeer had cared to come along with Santa acting like such a maniac, but faithful old Rudolph had.
In such a deranged time where jolly old heroes like Santa twist holiday cheer into something so dark and dreadful, strange things happen… Rudolph had become something out of nightmares.
His eyes were bright red, matching the intensity of light that shone from his nose. His fur was an unhealthy shade and appeared to be falling off in large clumps.
“Here we go, Rudolph.” Santa hummed, a hand petting the red bag next to him. His beautiful rifle waited within, ready and loaded.
Rudolph glanced back, dug his hooves into the ground and snorted in reply.
“I am no longer SANTA CLAUSE, Rudolph.” Santa stood and lifted his arms in triumph. “I AM SNIPER CLAUSE. No more WHINING. No more CRYING. No more little children HUGGING me with their SLIMY HANDS. I GET NOTHING IN RETURN, EVER. COOKIES AND MILK COOKIES AND MILK COOKIES AND MILK, DOESN’T ANYONE CARE THAT I’D RATHER HAVE PIE ONCE IN AWHILE?”
Rudolph blinked his bright red eyes.
“Ah… Ah yes.” Santa grinned deviously behind his mask.
“AND YOU…. No more RUDOLPH THE RED-NOSED REINDEER CRAP… You are RUDOLPH THE DEAD-DECOMPOSED REINDEER, YES… HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO-HO. THE GRINCH CAN’T HOLD A CANDLE TO US.”
With that the sleigh shot into the darkness, taking Sniper Clause and Rudolph the Dead Decomposed Reindeer to do their evil deeds.
As they zoomed above, Santa’s voice filled the sky with a familiar tune…
“Oh you better not shout, you better not cry, you better not scream I’m telling you why…
Sniper Clause is coming to Townnn…
He knows when you are sleeping, he knows he knows when you’re alive, he knows if you’ve been bad or good… and he’ll stalk you and you won’t survive…
Ohhhh….”
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 8:08 pm
`Aine Chievious sat cross-legged on the living room floor, her eyes fixed unblinkingly on the fireplace.
She wore black pajamas that appeared to have tiny, cartoon knives all over them. The knives had happy faces.
He would come at any moment now... and she dearly hoped that he would forgive her for the sins she had committed.
Aine had crossed a very delicate line.
Lack of cookies and milk had led her to place three pieces of pie (Aine’s special Aine Pie) on the Sacred Santa Offering Dish of Goodness, but after an hour of sitting immobile and waiting for Santa to show himself, that pie had started to look mighty tasty…
It was near the end of stuffing her face with the third piece that the light had dawned back onto Aine’s awareness and she kindly decided to save Santa the crust.
And finally there he was! Santa!
In an instant Aine was on her feet, stumbling towards Santa, her fingers still sticky with pie-goo.
“Santa…” She hung her head in shame and sniffled as she pointed to the dish. “I had pie for you… but I eated it.”
Santa seemed to stiffen, or was he laughing? She couldn’t tell. She couldn’t tell if he was smiling either, what was up with that black mask? New style in the North Pole?
His wild eyes blazed and Aine had no chance as his stubby finger vehemently pulled the trigger.
“HO. HO. HO.” Sniper Clause bellowed, stuffing the leftover crust into his mouth with fury.
Aine was early Christmas gift #1.
--
The TV flicked on with a buzz and a showed a yawning, bleak-looking reporter. He faced the camera without changing expression. “A tragedy has occurred in our midst. Sources say that Chikorin Moonie was found dead in an alley last night; she was allegedly ‘roasted on an open fire.’ Is this a case of over-zealous and literal Christmas cheer? Even stranger than the death were the numerous tiny scraps of paper found near the scene. Unfortunately, the only one that hadn’t been burned or smudged read “I am not a moderator.” and gave barely any clues at all to the meaning of this crime or the whereabouts of the perpetrator.” The reporter yawned again and blinked without interest. “Here’s wishing everyone a happy, deathfree holiday season.”
--
The elf guards’ chain-mail Santa hats chinked lightly as they forced Egotistical Moose into the room. She looked down on them in disgust and rolled her eyes.
As soon as they were inside the short head elf slapped his fingers on his desk and squinted over. “This is the one?”
The elf guards nodded fervently.
“Why the hell am I here?” Ego stared at him through equally squinted eyes.
The head elf picked up a piece of paper from his desk and shook it madly in emphasis before setting it back down, snatching up a quill and scribbling in the name “Egotistical Moose.”
At the top of the parchment, in big, bold letters it read “Naughty List.”
The elf jumped from his seat and pointed a pointy elf finger at Ego. “YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND NAUGHTY BY CHRISMAS LAW #5596843.9, SECTION EIGHT, PARAGRAPH SEVEN, LINE THIRTY-FOUR.”
Maybe THIS would fix Santa… if not… one down, five billion people to go.
Ego raised her brows. “NAUGHTY?... More like REALLY naughty. Don’t go around RUINING my reputation.. you little… elf… thing.. person… thing…”
The elf stared at her piercingly and nodded. “YOU ARE PART OF THE NAUGHTY ALLIANCE AND A TRAITOR, TAKE HER AWAY.”
And so they did, ignoring her shouts of challenge…
Into the Land of Bad Children she went, into that dreaded place where only one thing is served and one thing only…
Coal.
`Aine Chievious has been Santa-Sniped, Chikorin Moonie, your Jolly Elf Spokesman (NR), has been Cheerily killed and Egotistical Moose got thrown into the Land of Bad Children.
Merumiharu found herself lying in the middle of a library, dazed, when Miss Ultow assaulted her with a kiss, she has received a forced inactivity and several bruises from being accidentally stepped on.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 10:14 pm
Pixie Saylor hummed softly to herself as she hung Christmas decorations on her brightly lit tree.
She wore purple pajamas with small pixie wings on the back of her shirt. There were empty cans of Mountain Dew scattered everywhere and her eyes were wide and caffeinated.
As she finished she smiled widely to herself and bent to pick up the very last piece, the star Christmas tree topper, but just as she did so she caught something red out of the corner of her eye and stopped.
Her head snapped up and she froze, finding herself face to face with the barrel of Sniper Clause’s rifle.
THE HECK WAS SANTA DOING?!
“It’s the most deadliest time of the year…” Santa sung quietly behind his black mask, finger on the trigger.
He’d come through the chimney when she wasn’t paying attention…
Pixie clenched her jaw and eyes, but right when she expected the pain to come there was a rush of wind around her and she heard a quiet “Oof.”
Pixie’s eyes came open and her mouth dropped into a gape.
In front of her was the tiniest person she’d ever seen… he had pointy ears and was currently flipping around like an acrobat on drugs, driving Santa back towards the fireplace.
“HI-YAH.” The elftech agent screamed as it landed in a kung-fu position.
And then, to Pixie’s shock the small elf began singing a Christmas carol in a high-pitched voice.
So high, in fact, that her windows shattered.
“DECK THE HALLS WITH BOUGHS OF HOLLY FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA.”
She was going mad, wasn’t she?
“What are you… who are… WHY THE HELL DID SANTA TRY TO KILL ME?”
The elf waved a tiny hand back at her. “SING WITH ME, PIXIE, IT’S THE ONLY WAY TO SAVE YOU.”
It was either madness, desperation or both that drove her to do so, but moments after Pixie found herself singing loudly with the elf.
“FOLLOW ME IN MERRY MEASURE FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA…”
Their voices screeched together and Santa froze, his eyes wide behind the mask.
“NO…. NO STOP…”
“FA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA LA … LA… LAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.”
That was the end.
“TOO MUCH…. CHRISTMAS CHEER.”
Santa fell on his bottom and scrambled to his feet, disappearing up the chimney once more.
With that he was gone, as was the elf, and Pixie found herself standing in the middle of the room, completely alone except for the company of her empty dew cans.
She’d really have to stop drinking excessive amounts of dew and never getting any sleep…
--
The TV flicked on and a bored newscaster stared back from the other side of the screen. He cleared his throat, straightened the stack of papers in his hand, and then began.
“There was an attempt on K I N G S H O Y’s life late last night. He refused to comment on the incident, but witnesses say a strange man dressed in bright Christmas colors tried to assault him with a gigantic candy cane. Witnesses also say that K I N G S H O Y would have met his doom if not for the tiny, pointy-eared elf that suddenly popped in the scene and tackled the Cheery assaulter to the ground, giving the shocked victim time to flee the scene with his limbs still intact.”
The reporter paused for a moment, visibly held back a yawn and continued.
“Since then, there has been no sign of the attacker, nor the mysterious savior elf. Is this the same killer that roasted Moonie on an open fire? Are we under attack from over enthusiastic Christmas-enthusiasts?” He raised his brows and shrugged. “Who knows. Happy Christmas everyone.”
--
Fortenra Askasa smiled calmly as the elf-guards pushed him into the head elf’s office.
The head elf jumped down from his high chair, landed nimbly on two feet and walked over, his beady eyes squinting.
“YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND NAUGHTY.”
“Really?” Fort grinned and blinked down at the elf. The head elf scratched his head with a pointy finger and raised a brow at one of the guards.
“He’s been like this the entire way, sir… happy as can be. Are you sure this is the right one?” He shifted nervously and glanced at the other guard.
The head elf stared at Fort. “Is your name Fortenra Askasa?”
“YES IT IS! How nice of you to ask.” Fort looked around the room curiously, eyes wide.
The head elf nodded, turned with a flourish and snatched up the Naughty List when he was near his desk.
“Do you KNOW WHAT this is?”
“A nice piece of paper?”
“IT’S THE NAUGHTY LIST, YOU FOOL.” The Head elf slapped down the parchment and deftly scratched in Fort’s name.
It was official – Fort was next to be thrown into The Land of Bad Children.
“Enjoy your stay.” The head elf said quietly, narrowing his eyes even more.
“Oh. WHERE AM I GOING?” Fort’s eyes widened all the more and an anxious expression passed over his face.
“To the Land of Bad Children.”
Fort looked delighted. “ARE THERE MUFFINS THERE?!”
“No.”
“… No muffins?... “
“No. Just coal.”
“… coal MUFFINS?”
“No muffins.”
For a moment Fort went silent, trying to comprehend this muffin-less nightmare, then his eyes popped open, his skin turned white and he began to struggle.
“NO MUFFINS?!?! NO MUFFINS!?!? DON’T TAKE ME THERE. DON’T TAKE ME THERE. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
OOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-
oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
-ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo-
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo…..”
As they dragged Fort out of the office the head elf rubbed his forehead and frowned. The screaming had begun… time to take a Tylenol.
Sniper Clause attempted to kill Pixie Saylor, but she was protected by an Elftech Agent. The Cheery Killer attempted to kill K I N G S H O Y, but he was protected by an Elftech Agent and Fortenra Askasa has been tossed into the Land of Bad Children.
Miss Ultow attempted to kiss Fortenra Askasa, but those pesky elf guards took him before she could get close enough.
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Posted: Wed Dec 19, 2007 10:17 pm
Zaedye was lying on the couch by her tree, snapping scandalous of herself photos to post on the internet.
She wore no pajamas at all... nor anything else for that matter, but we’re not going to talk about that.
Posing again, she failed to notice as Santa appeared in her fireplace, but she did notice when he took a step on her carpet. His weight rocked the tree and jostled the lights.
Zaedye stared over, brows raised as she looked him over. “… Oh.. hello Santa.”
Santa blinked at her, momentarily shocked by her scandalous appearance and god-like aura.
It was at that moment that Zae noticed the rifle. “OH… HAHAHA. This is a joke, right?”
Santa shook his head to regain his senses and pointed the rifle at her.
“Wait… the Sniper isn’t supposed to be SANTA. That’s not how I created him.. what the..” Zae’s face twisted and she stood, putting her discarded robe back on.
Santa held the rifle to her head and cackled low behind his mask.
“You can’t kill me.” Zae laughed. “I am your GOD.”
“And I’m Sniper Clause.”
BANG!
God or no, Zae was quite dead.
“HO HO HO.” Santa shouted as he waddled back to the fireplace. There was still work to do.
Zae was early Christmas gift #2.
--
The TV blipped on and the same austere reporter as before was displayed. He heaved a grand sigh before he began. “Reports say that Kimilia went missing last night. Reports also say that a stocking was found near a dumpster on Sheep avenue, stuffed with human body parts. Forensic evidence points out that the DNA does in fact belong to Kimilia and that she won’t be recovering anytime soon… or ever. Is there a Christmas serial killer on the loose? Are Christmas fanatics finally snapping or is there one person bent on destroying everyone’s holiday season?”
He gave a nonchalant shrug. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to know the answers to these stupid questions? Happy Holidays everyone!”
--
Ajuran shed emo tears as the elf guards led him to his dark, hopeless doom.
The Head Elf immediately came over, studying him with unforgiving eyes.
“You all SUCK. I HATE MY LIFE.” Ajuran looked away and stubbornly stared at the floor, his eyes distant. “No one cares about me…”
The Head Elf laughed. “You have reason to be sad NOW, human? YOU’VE BEEN FOUND NAUGHTY. That’ll give you something to be SAD about.”
With that said the elf turned and snatched his pen from the desk, fiercely writing Ajuran’s name on the Naughty List. Ajuran sobbed behind him.
“I HATE YOU ALL. YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT MY FEELINGS OR MY LIFE. NOTHING. NOTHING MATTERS TO YOU…”
The Head Elf rubbed his head with a wince.
“I NEED A PIECE OF PAPER. OR A TOOTHPICK… OR A BUTTERKNIFE. SOMETHING TO CUT MYSELF WITH OH GAWWWD.” Ajuran shook his head violently, face trembling, and then looked down again with a gigantic sigh. “No one cares… no one…. No one… no one… no one... not even you stupid little ELF people.”
“Fortunately we do not. You know when things say ‘batteries not included’? You know we COULD include them. That’s to ANNOY YOU. HA! AND WE DO A GOOD JOB OF IT.”
Ajuran shook his head, eyes filled with tears. “You did that… to us?.... you don’t care about us… or me.. or anyone… or me…”
The Head Elf began rubbing his head again. “AGH. Take him AWAY.”
Ajuran heaved a gigantic sigh and dissolved into tears again as they led him to his ultimate doom – The Land of Bad Children.
The Head Elf shook his head and winced once more. More Tylenol, definitely more Tylenol.
Zaedye has been Santa-Sniped, Kimilia was Cheerily Killed and Ajuran was kicked into the Land of Bad Children.
Zanaroo fell limp at Wal-Mart when Miss Ultow grabbed and smooched her with vigor; she has gained a forced inactivity for tomorrow and tire marks on her face from being run over by carts.
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Posted: Fri Dec 21, 2007 4:09 pm
Pixie Saylor sat on the couch with a can of dew grasped in her hand, she was staring at the tree, watching the lights blink on and off when she heard a familiar sound… and looked up just in time to see Santa appear in her fireplace.
She gasped, bolted to her feet, and then backed up a few paces. “I must be going crazy… why are YOU here again?”
Santa cackled behind his mask. “You think those little ninja-singing Elftech Agents can stop ME?”
Pixie’s eyes widened and she stared at Santa, wondering if she should try and sing Christmas carols to save herself, but as hard as she tried to begin one she couldn’t seem to find her voice…
And that’s when it happened.
Pixie froze, suddenly aware that Santa’s lips were hidden from her view. What kind of lips could they be?... Large and pink, soft and squishy, round and smoochable?
“…………..” Miss Ultow puckered her lips and ran to assault him.
Santa watched the old lady zooming towards him and side-stepped her attack, holding his rifle to her head at the same time. Then he pulled the trigger.
“HO. HO. HO.” Santa cackled before bending over her lifeless, bleeding corpse. The crazy old woman was finally DEAD.
Pixie Saylor was early Christmas gift #3.
--
The TV once again buzzed to life and the boring reporter cleared his throat on the other side of the brightly lit screen. “Reports indicate that Insomnesiac was found dead in her apartment last night. The death was not, as you may expect, from lack of sleep, but from being wrapped and tied in Christmas wrapping and ribbon until she eventually suffocated to death. Even more disturbing was the tag on the person-sized Christmas present. It allegedly read ‘Merry Cheery Christmas’ in sinister handwriting. Has someone’s Christmas spirit gotten sorely screwed up? Will we ever find out who is killing us Cheerily one by one?” He shook his head and coughed into his hand. “Well… anyways… Merry Cheery Christmas everyone!”
--
[Cherry.Wine] glared fiercely at the Head Elf as the elf guards shoved her into the office. “I’M NOT THE ONE YOU’RE LOOKING FOR. IT’S SIB. SIBEIKO. SIBBY. NOT ME.”
The Head Elf didn’t even bother going over, he just shook his head and scribbled her name onto the Naughty List.
She struggled with the guards, but they kept tight grips on her arms. “LET. ME. GO. AGH.”
“YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND NAUGHTY.” The Head Elf shouted as he turned back from making her entrance into the Land of Bad Children official.
“I’M NOT NAUGHTY, SIB IS.”
“What about those cupcakes you took from your neighbors cupboards?”
Cherry was stunned into silence.
The Head Elf smiled tightly and continued. “And the laundry detergent from you grandmother’s house… the pepperoni slices from Dominos….”
“HEY. DON’T TALK ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE.” Cherry tried to kick one of the elf guards away, but he held on tight.
The Head Elf shrugged and scratched his head. “TAKE HER AWAY.”
“WAIT… WAIT..” Cherry gasped and flailed. “WHAT WILL I DO THERE?!? I CAN’T GO THERE…”
The Head Elf squinted after them as they dragged her out the door. “Go gnaw on coal, human.”
Her screeches echoed down the hall as they took her closer to her doom. The Head Elf was rubbing his head again… so much screaming, he’d have to duct-tape the next one and see if that’d shut them up.
Pixie Saylor, your Miss Ultow has been Santa-Sniped, Insomnesiac has been Cheerily Killed and [Cherry.Wine] has been forcefully shoved into the Land of Bad Children.
Miss Ultow was planning on kissing Sibeiko, but she died… so that’s a little difficult. D:
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 2:53 pm
Dukes dropped onto his bed, relaxing after a long day.
He wore a comfortable pair of sweats and his favorite fuzzy pink slippers. Sighing deeply, he closed his eyes, enjoying the quiet.
All the Christmas decorating was done… he’d successfully manipulated the leader of Canada to send him their secret beer stores; he’d bought a new pair of socks and had FINALLY stopped world hunger.
Ah yes, a big day indeed.
For a few minutes he dozed, but his eyes flashed opened when there was a squeak from the stairs.
He shook his head, closing his eyes again… and then there was another squeak.. and then another.. and then another… and just as he jumped to his feet the door crashed open.
Santa waddled in, hefting his rifle and pointing it at Dukes’ head.
“…. Oh SNAP.” Dukes shouted, diving to the side to save himself, but it did no good and the bullet hit its target dead on.
“HO HO HO.” Santa cried, turning back towards the squeaky stairs.
Santa was so generous giving away all those free bullets…
Dukes was early Christmas gift #4.
--
The TV flickered to life, displaying the uninteresting reporter. Realizing they were on air, the reporter inhaled and lowered his hand. “The Cheery Killer has struck once more! Or has he? Hirun Hikari was found dead on the side of the road this morning, trampled to death with what appeared to be hoof-prints, though if they were made from a real animal or not is not known, what is known is that this death isn’t quite normal… and that we should probably all start fearing for our lives about now.” He nodded without change of expression, as if agreeing with his own words. “The only advice we can give you is to stay inside, don’t go into any dark alleys alone… and don’t talk to strangers, not even if they offer you candy. Hope your Christmas is Merry and Bright!”
--
A Dragonflys Sin squealed wildly as they forced her into the office.
“NO. WHERE ARE YOU TAKING ME!?!? WAIT, I DON’T WANT TO BE HERE I’VE DONE NOTHING.“
“STOP TALKING, HUMAN.”
Sin was momentarily silenced, startled by the volume of the Head Elf’s voice as he quickly approached her with a roll of silver tape.
Before she could do one more thing the little elf ripped off a piece of the ductape and then pressed it onto her lips. Sin’s eyes widened and she stared down at the tape, horrified. “MMmmMMRMmphhhhMRRRR.”
The Head Elf smiled, delighted, and danced over to the naughty list. “AHHH. That DOES take care of the problem, doesn’t it?”
“MMMMMMMMmmmmMMMMMmMMMMMNNNNMMM.”
“What was that?” The Head Elf laughed to himself. “I CAN’T HEEARR YOUUUUU~”
“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.” Sin stomped her foot in frustration and struggled with the Elf Guards.
The Head Elf smiled, quickly wrote her name on the list and waved a hand. “YOU HAVE BEEN FOUND NAUGHTY… now take her away, take her away…” He turned his back as they did so and fingered the ductape gently. “It is… precccciouuussssss… silver tape…”
Dukes has been Santa-Sniped, Hirun Hikari has been Cheerily killed and A Dragonflys Sin got thrown into the Land of Bad Children.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 2:28 am
Triskellion had successfully snuck downstairs. Not only that, but he was now crouching by the tree, grinning to himself as he poked presents he wasn’t supposed to be touching. He wore brightly colored pajamas with brackets all over them.
What he failed to notice was that he wasn’t alone. A very large figure dressed all in red cast a long, wide shadow over the room--it was a shadow that would have sent chills up anyone’s spine, but Trisk was just too distracted to pay him any attention.He did, however, freeze when he heard the voice.
“… I wish you a deadly Christmas, I wish you a deadly Christmas, I wish you a deadly Christmas and lotttss of fear…”
Trisk jumped to his feet and whirled, his eyes wide. Santa cackled and raised his rifle.
“WAIT!!!” Trisk shouted, waving both hands for Santa to stop. “DO YOU HAVE BRACKETS IN YOUR NAME?!?!”
“… what?” Santa’s brows quirked up behind the mask.
“BRACKETS! IF YOU HAVE BRACKETS I’LL HAVE TO HUNT YOU DOWN… WITH ALL MY SKILLS.”
Was is just Santa or were these kids getting stranger and stranger?
“I-no… well.. WHO CARES.” Sniper Clause pulled the trigger and Trisk’s hunting days were over.
“HO HO HO.” Santa yelled as he picked up two cookies from the table next to him, one for himself and one for Rudolph the Dead-Decomposed Reindeer.
Triskellion was early Christmas gift #5.
--
The TV blipped on, displaying the same dull reporter that always seemed to be there. “There has been yet another death in our midst,” he began, pausing to clear his throat. “Anael De Ezra was found dead last night, having suffered from severe head implosion. Further research confirmed rumors of the death… Ezra was tragically caroled to death. Why this so called ‘Cheery Killer’ is killing us so cheerily remains a mystery. Merry Christmas and may your holidays be head-implosion free!”
--
When the Elf-Guards broke into Triskellion’s house they were stunned to find their to-be prisoner dead on the floor. They returned to the Head-Elf’s office with the news that the Naughty List would not be recieving any new entries today, nor would the Land of Bad Children welcome any new members.
The Head-Elf was annoyed for a few moments, then shrugged it off and went back to what he’d been doing – sticking his ‘precccccciousssssssss’ ductape on everything in sight. They ran for cover when he tried to ductape them as well.
Hopefully tomorrow there would be someone to put on the Naughty List that would snap their leader out of such a demented state.
Who knew.
Triskellion was Santa-Sniped, Anael De Ezra was Cheerily Killed and Triskellion would have been jailed, but he's a little dead right now.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:41 pm
Merty collapsed on the couch, breathing hard.
What a day… it was the 23rd and she’d gone shopping, what the heck had she been thinking? When she closed her eyes all she could see were the maddened people, eyes wide and crazed, scrambling to get a certain item before anyone else did. All she could hear were cash registers, cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching…. Cha-ching, cha-ching, cha-ching…
The noise she hadn’t expected was the sound of a gunshot, but that’s exactly what she heard as Santa loomed over her and pulled the trigger. She hadn’t noticed the large red man lurking in the fireplace…
“HO HO HO.” Santa cackled, doing a sinister Sniper-Santa boogie of triumph before waddling back to the fireplace.
Merty was early Christmas gift #6.
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The TV once again came to life, displaying the same uninteresting reporter in his same uninteresting state. “Happy Holidays everyone…” He fingered a piece of paper on the desk and shifted in his chair before speaking. “Edmond Dantes was found on the side of the river this afternoon, drowned to death, yes folks, he was drowned to death. We believe this to be the work of the Cheery Killer because Edmond was tied securely in tinsel before he’d been, as we suspect, tossed into the water. We advise you to stay in your homes, don’t walk down the street… hell, don’t even move. We all seem to be in danger this Holiday Season.”
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Emo_pirate glowered at the elf guards as they pushed her into the Head Elf’s office; they shook their heads upon entering.
The Head Elf had covered the entire office in ductape. His chair was covered in ductape. The walls were covered in ductape. And the ceiling? Ductape.
The only thing that remained untouched was the Naughty List.
The Head Elf’s eyes widened when they came in and he approached as they entered, tiny elf hand gripping tightly around his precious ductape.
“YOU HAVE BEEN FOUUUUUNDDDDDDDD NAUGHHHTYY.” He said cheerfully, pointing a finger.
Emo sighed, exasperated. “I’VE DONE NOTHING.”
“YES YOU HAVE. YOU’RE EMO. AND YOU’RE A PIRATE. YOU ARE A VERY NAUGHTY PERSON.”
“I’m…. wait.. no I’m not… I’m..”
The Head Elf cackled and ran at her with the ductape. He went for her mouth first, and then continued wrapping it down her body until one of the Elf Guards grabbed his arm.
“… Naughty List. You have to put her on the Naughty List…”
“OH RIGHT.” The Head Elf cackled again, stroking his beloved ductape as he moved over to the list and put her name down.
The two Elf Guards exchanged a meaningful glance. “He’s gonna lose his job if he continues acting like this…” said the first, his voice low.
The other heaved a sigh and shrugged, nodding in agreement. With that the two grabbed the very angry looking Emo and led her out the door…
In the background they could hear a soft whisper of “Mmyyyy preccioouuuusss…”
Merty has been Santa-Sniped, Edmond Dantes has been Cheerily killed and Emo_pirate was forced into the Land of Bad Children.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:43 pm
Turtle_Devil sat crossed legged next to her tree, fidgeting.
Where was Santa? It was Christmas Eve, why wasn’t he here yet? Would he come soon? What would he bring? Would there be lots of presents? Would she get a puppy? What color would the presents be? What sizes? What would they smell like? Would they be pretty? Would they be shiny?
Twitching, Turtle stared at the tree like a Christmas zombie until she heard what she’d been waiting for.
OH THE MIRACULOUS SOUND, THE FOOTSTEPS OF SANTA! Oh wonderful, wonderful night, he was finally HERE!
Scrambling to her feet, Turtle hurried to the fireplace and her eyes widened when they landed on Santa.
What the heck had happened to him and why was he hiding his face? And what was that thing he was carrying…?
BANG!
OH MIRACULOUS SOUND OF TURTLE’S DEATH. Oh deadly, deadly night, Turtle’s body fell to the floor.
Turtle_Devil was early Christmas gift #7.
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The TV flicked on as always, showing the boring reporter in all his monotone glory. He was wearing a Santa-hat that was obviously too big for him; it half hid his eyes.
Leaning his head stiffly back to read the prompt, the male began. “The Cheery Killer has struck again! Otakkun was found in his home last night, buried under the biggest mound of fudge—“ The hat slipped over his eyes and he cleared his throat, pushing it back up his forehead. “---that’s ever been constructed. Otakkun was not harmed otherwise in any way shape---“ The hat slipped down and the reporter restrained his annoyance as he pushed it up again. “—or form, it appears he was… just simply fudged to death, authorities are---“ This time when the hat slipped down the reporter violently tore it off his head and threw it on the ground. Realizing he’d done that on camera, he straightened, cleared his throat once more and pretended that nothing had happened. “—doing all they can to hunt down and stop this disturbing, overly zealous and over enthusiastic Christmas enthusiast. Merry Christmas, and I we advise you don’t open any suspicious or sinister looking gifts!”
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Roy Salamandra heaved a grim sigh and shook his head as they led him into the office, the idiots…
The elf-guards marched him dutifully towards the desk, but halted when they saw a different face behind it.
The elf it belonged to was obviously very ancient. His hair looked like a tangle of cobwebs and his face was drooping with wrinkles. Clearing his throat, he nodded briefly to them.
The room was still covered in ductape, and even the old elf himself looked as if he’d been assaulted with it not too long ago, (there were a few small pieces stuck to his clothing) but there was no sign whatsoever of the Head Elf.
“Who’re you?” Asked one of the guards suspiciously, looking him over.
“Herbert.” He answered, eyebrows quirking above his spectacles.
“Our new…?”
“Yes. Your new boss.” He cleared his throat again. “You’re wasting time gentleman, who is this with you? Bring him closer.”
The elf-guards hesitated for a moment, then accepted his authority and led Roy forward.
“What is your name, boy?” Herbert asked, pushing his spectacles up his nose.
“Roy.” Roy answered dully.
Herbert watched him closely. “You’re not naughty at all, are you Roy? In fact… you’re quite the opposite, an elf like us… an Elftech Agent. However did this happen?”
“I told them so…” Roy muttered, shaking his head.
“Very well then…” Herbert looked him over once more. “This is a tragedy.” And with that he leaned over the Naughty List with effort and took a good long time to make sure he printed Roy’s name perfectly.
When he was finished he looked up and nodded to the guards. “If I could stop this, I would… but I cannot.”
The guards led Roy to his doom with equally grim faces.
An elf JAILED?! What was the world COMING to?!
Turtle_Devil was Santa-Sniped, Otakkun was Cheerily Killed and Roy Salamandra, one of your Elftech Agents got thrown into the Land of Bad Children. D:
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:43 pm
Sweetnessfairy hummed a Christmas tune to herself as she cleaned up all the scattered wrapping paper. Gifts were scattered around the room, sparkling in newness.
Christmas was over, and boy was she tired.
Smiling, Sweetness dropped onto the couch and yawned, wondering how Christmas had come and gone so fast… and that’s when she heard a peculiar noise coming from her fireplace.
Raising a surprised brow, Sweetness looked over to see the brightly red dressed hero holding a dark object in one of his hands.
“…. Santa…?” She stood slowly, tilting her head with a confused expression. “Santa, Christmas is over… shouldn’t you done?...”
“Doesn’t matter that it’s not Christmas…” He mumbled… “Doesn’t matter at all…”
“….” She crossed her arms and twisted her lips to the side. “I’d say it does, you’re supposed to be you know.. preparing for next year or something.”
“I’ll just… let you die, let you die, let you die….”
It was at that moment that Sweetness realized what that dark shape in his hand was and inhaled a sharp breath, stumbling back.
“HO HO ---“ Sniper Clause began to say as he pointed it at her head, but at that moment a figure burst out of thin air, bolted towards santa and slammed into him in a whirl of flailing limbs, knocking them both to the ground. It was a short figure with pointy ears and a fierce expression. An Elftech Agent?...
“RUNnNN.” The muffled half-yell came out of the tangle of arms and legs and Sweetness was momentarily stunned into immobilization. Then, shaking her head roughly, she nodded and scrambled to the door as the Elftech Agent forced Santa back into the fireplace.
Sniper Clause had been thwarted once more.
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The TV buzzed to life and showed the dull reporter staring back without expression. “Happy Holidays everyone.” He said, voice monotone. “I hope your Christmas was Merry and Bright.” The reporter cleared his throat and straightened. “This Cheery Killer has done it again. Return_of_Watanuki-san was found on the side of the road early this morning, impaled with a Christmas Tree.” He shifted his papers.
“Will we ever find the culprit of these crimes? Will anyone ever be safe from this dangerously zealous Christmas cheer?”
He shrugged. “Don’t know. Happy New Year!”
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Buzzkid24 laughed as the elf guards pushed him into the former Head Elf’s office. “HA. You guys know NOTHING. You hear me? NNOOTHHHINGG. I know who SANTA is and everyone is guilty… EVERYONE BUT ME, HA!”
Herbert stared at him from behind the desk, his fingers clasped below his chin. “Everyone but you, boy?...”
Buzz grinned and walked forward with the elf guards close in tow. “That’s right; you got a problem with that?”
Herbert pushed his spectacles up his nose and stared at Buzz with wise, ancient eyes. “No.. suit yourself.”
Buzz grinned wider and then leaned over the desk, his eyes shifting back and forth. “How ‘bout a deal old man?... I deal in tapes, good quality ones… I could even get a few… er.. of my short… elfy female friends to treat you well tomorrow night. What’dyou say?”
Herbert tapped his chin. “No.. I do believe I’ll pass on that offer. Although I will enjoy writing your name on the naughty list.”
“HEY.” Buzz yelled, glaring now. The elf guard immediately held him back. “NO DEAL, OLD MAN!? NO DEAL!?”
Herbert ignored him and took what seemed an eternity to write Buzz’s name out on the Naughty List. He blew on the ink to dry it then looked up at them in silence and nodded.
“Take him away…”
“I’LL GET… ELFELA ANDERSON… ELFIS HILTON… THE ELFSON TWINS, WHOEVER YOU WANT AHHHHH…”
Herbert watched unfazed as they pulled him from the room and shook his head, it was after Christmas and they were still putting people into the Land of Bad Children… what was this world coming to?
Return_of_Watanuki-san has been cheerily killed, Buzzkid24 got punted into the Land of Bad Children and Sniper Clause attempted to kill Sweetnessfairy, but was stopped by an Elftech Agent.
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 3:46 pm
Zanaroo sighed dreamily.
Christmas was over and it was hard saying goodbye to all the Christmas Cheer… the stockings, the presents, the mistletoe … and especially the fudge.
She was just finishing taking the ornaments off her tree.
As she plucked the last decoration from a shriveled branch she sighed again. “Goodbye Christmas… goodbye Santa…”
“I’m not gone yet.” The voice was a quiet hiss that came from behind. Zan whirled and gasped at the sight of Santa – not that he was there after Christmas, but the fact that he had a gun pointed at her head.
“SANTA WHAT ARE YOU----“
BANG!
“HO HO HO. IT’S MY TIME OF YEAR ALL THE TIME NOW,” Sniper Clause cackled, while gripping his precious gun.
Zanaroo was late Christmas gift #1.
--
The TV flicked on and a bubbly female reporter was displayed. “MERRY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE I HOPE YOU HAD GOOD CHRISTMASSES.” She grinned with a sickening sweetness and giggled loudly, then cleared her throat at a quelling look given to her off camera.
“AHEM. Your regular newscaster is on a small vacation so I’M HERE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU.”
She smiled and flipped long blond hair from her face.
“Sibeiko was suspended on the corner of a very busy street sometime this morning. He was bound in ribbon and had mistletoe pinned all over him. We are not positive of the cause of death, but experts believe that Sibeiko was kissed to death by passing tourists.” She giggled again. “This Cheery Killer is such a clever person, don’t you think~?”
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Shadowsong390 sighed with a bored expression as they pushed him into the office.
“Hey hey now, watch the clothes, these are designer…”
The elf guards glanced at each other; shook their heads and looked to Herbert who was already taking his good sweet time to write Shadow’s name on the Naughty List.
Shadow raised a brow and looked over. “This is a funny kind of place.. who might you be?”
“Herbert.” He said wisely, raising stringy white eyebrows.
Shadow smirked. “I’m Shads, not Shadow, call me Shads… Song. Shads Song.”
“Pleasure to meet you.” Herbert said, finishing. “And goodbye.”
“Goodbye?” “Shads” smirked and laughed. “Hey man… be cool..”
Herbert waved a hand at the elf guards and they grabbed Shadow, forcing him from the room. “NO NO. NOT MY SHOES. YOU SMUDGED MY SHOES. THOSE COST BUCKS MAN. BUCKS.”
Shads Song was on his way to the land of coal.
Zanaroo got Santa-sniped, Sibeiko was Cheerily Killed and Shadowsong390 got tossed into the Land of Bad Children, designer clothing or not.
The Old Year, preparing for his fight with the New Year, decided to gobble Merriweather.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 5:38 pm
Vlad D. Tepes sat in his dark cave, waiting for a human to come by so he could feast on their blood.
It’d been awhile since anyone had walked by, what with the holidays and all…
They would come though, he was sure of it.
Vlad might have been a vampire, but no one could blame him for not being festive. He had a dead tree in the corner entwined in a stolen string of lights and he’d had himself a feast of deer and rabbit for Christmas dinner, because there were no humans available. He was even wearing a bright red Santa hat.
As his thoughts drifted he suddenly froze as a twig snapped in the forest beyond. Vlad jumped to his feet, grinning in bloodlust as he stepped forward into the night.
The time of his feasting had finally come.
As he scrambled forward towards the dark figure he noticed there was not one, but two! AH, JOYOUS FEASTING WOULD SOON COMMENCE.
With crazed appetite he ran forward, but gasped and skidded to a halt when he saw what had come.
The first was Santa with a rifle pointed at his head… the second was the most fearsome, deranged looking animal he’d ever seen. The animal was harnessed to a black and terrible sleigh…
Vlad’s thirst didn’t matter anymore. With a sharp inhale he whirled and began to run in the opposite direction, but he was too late.
Santa pulled the trigger and Vlad the Vampire was no more.
“HO HO HO. We’re vampire killers, Rudolph!” Rudolph whickered and tossed his head.
Vlad D Tepes was late Christmas gift #2.
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The TV came to life and showed the uber-bubbly reporter again. She squealed and waved in excitement. “HI EVERYONE, I’M REPORTING LIVE FROM WHERE I REPORT FROM.”
She coughed into her hand, making a face at someone off camera and then smiled when she turned back. “The Cheery Killer is on the loose, folks! Lock your doors and say your prayers, he doesn’t seem to care that it’s not the holidays, he’s coming for all of us!” She giggled and flipped her hair back. “Anyways, Heart Shaped Toastie was found in her home late this afternoon with drumsticks impaled into her dead body. Sources believe this has to do with ‘The Twelve Days of Christmas’ as the twelfth day is ‘Twelve Drummers Drumming’ and it was exactly twelve drumsticks that killed poor Heart Shaped Toastie.”
She fluttered her eyelashes at the camera. “Can’t wait to see what the Cheery Killer comes up with ne—I mean…” She cleared her throat and began talking with a deeper, more serious voice. “Will these tragedies ever end so that we can get on with our daily lives without fearing death? Well… I’m not so sure, but our sponsors say you can apparently save money on your car insurance by switching to Gaiaco!”
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[Glitter.Poptart] came into Herbert’s new office with an obstinate expression. “I don’t WANT to be here.” She jerked away from Elf Guards, but they held her steady.
Herbert stared at her from behind his spectacles. “Of course you don’t, who does?”
Glitter raised a brow at him and stuck her nose in the air. “Not me. I don’t want to be here.”
“No one does, miss.” Herbert raised his stringy eyebrows and very slowly picked up his pen to write her name on the Naughty List.
“What’s THAT?” She said loudly with suspicious eyes. “The Naughty List.” Herbert replied simply, watching her. “I’m putting your name on it.”
“I DON’T WANT THAT.” Glitter yelled dramatically, “I DON’T WANT ANY OF THIS.”
“No one does.” Herbert repeated quietly, finishing. “Well I’d wish you luck, but I suppose you don’t want that either?”
“I DON’T WANT THAT.” Glitter said, enraged, then she quieted.. “Wait.. luck, for what?”
“The Land of Bad Children.”
“The WHAT?!” Glitter’s eyes popped wide open. “I DON’T WANT TO GO THERE.”
“No one does, dear…”
And with that Glitter was on her way to the Land of Bad Children – of coal. And she didn’t want that, either.
Vlad D. Tepes was Santa-Sniped, Heart Shaped Toastie was Cheerily Killed and [Glitter.Poptart] got thrown into the Land of Bad Children.
In preparation for his fight with the New Year, the Old year tried to gobble up both K I N G S H O Y and Ismaru the Windsoul , turns out he could only eat Ismaru as Shoy was protected by an Elftech Agent.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 5:40 pm
Draconissa sat on her bed, ears plugged with earphones and head rocking back and forth to the music that was blasting from her new Ipod. Christmas had been good to her this year.
She yawned, brushing hair from her face as she swayed with the music. It was so loud she didn’t notice her door opening, nor did she notice that the room was shaking under the feet of a large, red-clad man.
In fact, she only looked up when she felt the barrel of a gun pressed against her head, but it was too late for the shock to kick in.
Sniper Clause pulled the trigger and Draconissa was blown away.
“HO HO HO.” He bellowed, snatching up the Ipod. “I’ve always wanted one of these..” With that he turned on heel and hurried out the door.
There was still work to be done…
Draconissa was late Christmas gift #3.
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The TV buzzed to life and displayed not one reporter, but two.
First there was the blond girl, smiling so widely she looked like her jaw was going to crack and next to her sat the dull reporter from before--except his face was not exempt of emotion this time. He looked extremely annoyed, in fact. “WELCOME PEOPLE, WHEREVER YOU’RE WATCHING FROM.” She squeaked and flipped her hair back as she opened her mouth to speak again. Before she could, the dull reporter cut in with a strained tone. “There has been another murder in our midst, Kitty Krazy was found—“ The girl squeaked again, cutting him off. “And the CHEERY KILLER KILLED HER.”
“Yes, thank you.” The dull reporter cleared his throat. “Anyways, she was found frozen inside of a snowman that an unfortunate pair of children discovered..”
The blond girl cleared her throat and piped up, "They will probably be traumatized for the rest of their lives!"
“Perhaps… anyways… authorities are working 'round the clock to find this Cheery Killer... the questions are--"
“WILL WE FIND HIM?” The girl said loudly, her eyes wide. “WILL WE EVER BE SAFE AGAIN?!”
“Yes… those are the questions.” The dull reporter’s eyes blazed and he narrowed them at her before finishing. “We will hopefully find out soon…”
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Bellecat grinned happily to herself as she went willingly into Herbert’s office. “Oh what a WONDERFUL room.” She clapped her hands together, looking around.
Herbert gazed at her with ancient eyes. “Bellecat?”
Bellecat was preoccupied with studying her surroundings, oohing and ahhing about this and that. “Hmm? Oh. YES. That is me.” A wide smile broke out on her face and she winked at him.
Herbert blinked at her. “You do realize dear, I’m about to put you on the Naughty List?”
“OH MARVELOUS.” She jumped in excitement, nodding. “PLEASE DO, PLEASE DO.” Her eyes were bright with anticipation and Herbert shook his head as he bent over to write her name on the list. It took him a long while to get it down, but Bellecat’s intent eyes never left the parchment.
As Herbert finished she clapped and cheered. “WHOOT.”
Herbert set his quill down and stared at her. “You wish to be here, miss?”
“OH YES. THAT IS WHY I’M HERE. I WANT TO GO TO THE LAND OF BAD CHILDREN. IT MUST BE SUCH AN EXTRAORDINARY PLACE.”
For once Herbert looked baffled, but with a sigh he nodded slowly to the guards. “Very well then… as you wish… take her away…”
Bellecat whirled and skipped towards the door, flailing her arms joyously. “I get to go to the Land of Bad Children~ I get to go to the Land of Bad Children~” The Elf Guards looked at one another, glanced at Herbert then scrambled to catch up with her.
Draconissa was Santa-Sniped, Kitty Krazy was Cheerily Killed and Bellecat got tossed into the Land of Bad Children.
The Old Year gobbled Peles Tears, and she was very tasty.
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2008 10:23 pm
Guccigirl247 was probably the luckiest person Sniper Clause decided to kill.
When he came she was asleep-- just easing into those wonderful hours of deep, wonderful unconsciousness. She was snoring ever so gently and her lips were twitching up in a small smile.
When Santa came into her room, his shiny new Ipod blasting death metal in his ears, she never heard him.
When he came to the side of her bed, rifle pointed at her forehead, she never saw him.
And when he pulled the trigger she never felt, heard, saw or smelled anything more than a quick rush of pain… and her sleep had become eternal.
“HO HO HO.” Sniper Clause cackled, turning his Ipod up another click.
Guccigirl247 was late Christmas gift #4.
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The TV flicked on and showed the two same reporters as before. The annoying blond female was batting her eyelashes at the dull male and he was trying his best to ignore her advances.
Finally he cleared his throat and jutted his chin in her direction.
“OH.” She squealed, turning back to the camera. “SO LIKE, SAE25 DIED LAST NIGHT.”
The boring reporter’s left eye twitched.
“Murdered by the Cheery Killer we suspect," he added plainly.
“YES YES. THE CHEERY KILLER.” The female reporter made eyes at the camera and giggled.
"Oh shut up," the boring reporter mumbled. He cleared his throat then, as she looked suspiciously over at him, and added, "She was apparently electrocuted by Christmas Lights."
“Well of COURSE it would be CHRISTMAS lights,” the blond cut in, flipping her hair from her face like she always did. “I mean… he’s the CHEERY KILLER.”
“Oh stop gushing…” The male mumbled again, and then flashed a genuine smile at her as she glared at him. Looking happy for the first time in Game XX’s history, the boring reporter winked at the camera. “Now, ONTO SPORTS!”
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K I N G S H O Y had a grim expression that mirrored Roy’s as he was pulled into Herbert’s office.
At the sight of another elf being forced onto the Naughty List, Herbert stood up in his chair and his eyes glinted with rage. “This cannot be right…”
"I told them, " Shoy said as he shook his head, elf ears drooping. “I told them, we told them, they didn’t believe us…”
Herbert heaved a long sigh and then shook his head again as they stopped before his desk.
“This is another tragedy… will they ever learn? You are not naughty! You are the OPPOSITE!”
together now," Shoy said grimly, trying to make the situation better by some degree.
Herbert’s face turned grim and his stringy brows furrowed low. “… yes….”
With that he heaved another sigh and sat, picking up his quill to put Shoy’s name on the list.
The two Elf Guards sniffled and Shoy watched quietly as Herbert made his entrance into the Land of Bad Children official.
Two elves jailed… this was a CATASTROPHE.
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Guccigirl247 was Santa-Sniped, Sae25 was Cheerily Killed and K I N G S H O Y, one of you Elftech Agents, was jailed via votes and RNG. D:
In preparation for his epic fight with the New Year TONIGHT (dundundun) the Old Year gobbled up Azrael Makar and Chibi-Meower… with ketchup.
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