This is a seasonal story, not related to any game. Just a quick read for those CS cron devotes, where ever they are. Some of you might recognize this from my Christmas card this year. That said, enjoy! (Ben: this might not be appropriate to the boards, but I'm just trying to resusitate them here. )
Its me again, Susie! Im happy because it was Christmas today, and I got you under the tree. It wasnt like last Christmas, though, or the Christmas before that, because I didnt get a stocking. Mommy says it was because Santa forgot to stop by our house. That makes me sad, because I spent a lot of time being a good girl so Santa would be happy and bring me presents. Also, I woke up in the night and couldnt get back to sleep. Mommy says the lightning woke me up, but there wasnt any rain.
When I ask Daddy, he just cries and shakes his head.
Mommy scrubbed the living room floor extra hard, with her mop. Daddy went out in the back and buried something. I can see where there isnt any grass anymore.
Susie again. Did you miss me? I smelled something funny in the yard today, Mommy says its the fertilizer. That seems wrong to me. It smells like old beef.
A funny little man showed up at our door. He lost Santa Claus, evidently. He thinks Daddy has him, but Daddy wouldnt steal Santa. He tinkled, like a fairy.
Joey next door got a stocking, and it had neat toys. I wish I had a stocking. K next door (I cant spell her name, she says its a black name) didnt get a stocking, so Im not the only one after all. At least there were the tree presents from Mommy and Daddy. The little man came again, he sounded madder.
Daddy doesnt talk much anymore.
Its Susie, and Im scared. Daddy buried something else in the back, I think I heard little bells. The yard smells really bad now.
Daddy keeps his gun on the front table now. He says I shouldnt touch it, its not for little girls. Mommy doesnttalk much either, she just cries.
I crawled in the fireplace (it wasnt on) to see what Santa felt like. I couldnt see up it, because there was somthing that felt like Daddys jacket with patches up there. It smelled like metal, like when I bite my tongue too hard.
Daddys gone. A lot of little men were at the door, it sounded like a bell choir. Mommy wont tell me where he is. Mommy wont say anything. She just cries.
I found Mommy on the bathroom floor. Theres a wine bottle next to her. I couldnt wake her up. I didnt touch her. Theres a little man here, and hes telling me to come with him. He says that there is a better place I can go to, where everyone talks. He says I can be just like Santa Claus.
(This message has been edited by Celchu (edited 12-31-2002).)
Who said that this couldn't be made into a game?
Nothing is foolproof to a sufficiently talented fool.
"Logic is futile"-Scott Adams
A detective game; find out what happened!
Well, anyway, interesting read.
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My brain hurts.
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Ok. You're creeping me out, Celchu. How did the dad kill Santa? And why did he bury him in the backyard? And who else did he bury back there before the elves got him?
You should call it the Psychotic Christmas.
Tell them Derek Pitt sent you.
Originally posted by Aben Zin:
**My brain hurts.
Originally posted by Spaceiscold:
**Ok. You're creeping me out, Celchu. How did the dad kill Santa? And why did he bury him in the backyard? And who else did he bury back there before the elves got him?
A tomb now suffices for him for whom the world was not enough.
The words HO. HO. HO. spring to mind.
Not entirely sure why...