As the holidays approached, all seemed well and festive. Very festive in fact! Like... too festive. So much festive that the moon appeared to look like... a snowman's head?...

Well, atleast everything was normal down here! Evergreens were... walking around. Gingerbread men were... walking around too. And there was... a Robot Santa with a machine gun wandering around. Actually, none of this was really festive...

Most commonly though, there was multiple elves wandering and marking their claims on this territory. Some had bows, some looked like zombies and some... were in helicopters?

But as you glance around from your safe home's window, you hear something fall down the chimney! Peeking over at your living room, you see... an elf girl, having just fell down into the extinguished fireplace! Slightly charred and dizzy from landing, she shakes her head. You can also see she has a candy cigarette in her mouth, and a bow on her back.

Arka: Ow... ugh. I hate doing that. I don't know why they tell us to do that.

Arka steps out and takes out her bow, ready to load an arrow, though she briefly takes out the candy cigarette out of her mouth.

Arka: sigh I swear, peppermint is my only comfort sometimes... putting it back in, as she loads an arrow Now, who's the unlucky jolly-holly that's ready for me...