After the events of... last year(holy #### no), you've SOMEHOW gotten naughtier. This Christmas, you didn't even get ANYTHING! Not even coal! So, as the justified mass murderer you are, you spent 300 dollars for another ticket trip to the north pole to give Sansta a greeting.

9 hours lateeeeeer

Finally arrived. Now to find that FAT, DISGUSTINGLY DIRTY, SMELLY Sansta. You didn't bring cookies and milk. Oh no no no. You brought a FLAMETHROWER. Time to commit some arson, baby! Almost as immediately as you pulled out the tank and flamethrower, an elf spotted you and reported to Sansta. Bad choice. When HE arrived, he was in utter angry disbelief.

"ho ho ho, what in the name of jolly christ are you doing? just in the name of bloody mary behave already! if you want something, work for it!*

You ignored Sansta's sesh of yapping and started setting stuffs on fire, including... an underwear? Weird.

"hey! hey! stop it now! now you've done it."

He pulled out a sharp candy cane rapier, readied up for battle. The elves behind him showed up with- FIREARMS?!

"you've crossed a line you never should have. now prepare and face utter annihilation!"

BATTLE, STARTED!