The smiling faces of the Millertons, a local family of snowmen assuming their kin Frederica was out partying all night with friends Jennifer and Annison, were about to be turned upside down with the tragic news.
1 down, 3 to go.
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Blekinge this time.
The Doctor’s face had reverted.
“More over here, Mystic Girl. Let’s see, 3 snowballs, another Santa hat, smaller this time — or *normal* sized, I should say — and then, um, what appears to be some kind of tinier, more menacing looking snowman, frozen of course, like the rest.”
“But I don’t think it is possible he’s the culprit for all this. Do you?”
No, Mystic Girl thought without answering, because she was always silent. A mere sounding board for him, as both agreed to, even though *he* didn’t remember. She created him so that he would forget things like this — the important stuff. Like their children Luther and Wanda. Like the end of a world. *Their* world.
They moved back to the excavated grave.
“This is simply just terrible, Mystic Girl. I hope all the families of these victims can be found.”
—-
Nearby, Jeffrie Phillips, wearing his special red tie, reads a book describing the murders in detail and understands this rogue yeti must be stopped at all costs. Even if it means the end of a world.
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Another
A confused, naked Santa walks into a bar in Hogadon, telling the bartender a joke beginning, “What’s white and doesn’t swim?” He then does something totally inappropriate which bars him from the property altogether.
—–
“Santas. All over the place. Either getting killed or driven stark raving mad. Hogadon Santy is the last example, body saved but the mind may never return. Useless for Christmas, you see.” He wraps himself tightly in his chair. “I could be next, Fairy Ruby. Sorry: Mrs. Claus.”
“Nah. We’re back on The Straight now. Seven never happened.” Fairy Ruby Mrs. Claus realized she was being rude. “Oh… do you want a tart? They’re cherry.” Then she remembered the appointment. Already 1 day late. Casey One Hole will be in a bad mood. Which is not a good thing. Atall.
—–
Santa-Axis suddenly found himself alone again, pondering on his ultimate fate. Perhaps another visit to the Vilania Safe Hub next door with all its harmless madness will perk him up. Make him jolly once more.
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Ate
Over on a mountaintop in Jaffee, another Santa takes what he fears might be a last look at his favorite Christmas tree.
For just in back of the treehouse he cowers beneath lurks the giant rogue snowman already responsible for the death of seven.
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Perspective
“Another one, Woody. The killings are increasing again!”
“I blame it on those goll darn cottages, Snowmanster, three in number. Probably four at this point — I haven’t checked. My key hasn’t checked either.”
Snowmanster turns to the large, wooden toy. “Woody. You *are* the key!”
Merely through this statement, Woody then realized they were on the precipice of the fourth, even if it hadn’t actually been created yet. More bad news for the day; seems Core-Alena, Purden, and all of Snowlands are really, truly doomed.
—–
“Where are they, Santa-Axis? We specified 2:01 for a meeting.”
“Says here in the journal that they’ve found a dead Santa in the gorge over yonder. Probably within shouting distance, then.” Santa-Axis turns in the appropriate direction. “Woody! Woooo-dyyyyy!”
The snow fell harder as darkness increased.
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season’s beatings
“I just feel like it’s all closing in on me, Aunt Emerald.”
“There there, Greg dearest. A nice meeting will cheer you up. New friends to meet as well.”
“I… guess so.”
—–
“See. All nice, clean cut boys, Greg. Wonderful new friends all.”
“I suppose.”
“Surely one of them will break down and tell us where their brother Jacob went.”
“40,000 for the lot of ’em,” Nawty Santa gruffed from the end of The Table. “Take it or leave it, as they say.”
Aunt Emerald should have guessed long ago that Jacob I. was an elf all grown up and run away from home. The 3 brothers stayed, lucky for her. Now, at a price, she can have her fun with them.
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back to Snowlands
“We brought her back. She-he’ll just have to live with the changes (in Purden).”
—–
“It’s good to see the kids having so much fun at Christmas Season.”
“And the animals too!” tittered Tiny Tomita Thumb below him.
“Yes indeed Tomita.” Uncle Jack turned. “But we have a new guest tonight.”
“What to do with him, what to do with him?” Tomita trilled while Uncle Jack eyed the axe in the far corner of the kitchen. A small buzzing noise then occurred.
“Oops. See? Look at that. Happened again.”
“Terrr-if-ic!”
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third 02
There was still a kind of town or at least community here in Meribel, the animated snowman thought, teleporting into the center of the sim.
But was it enough to make him change?
—–
Ahh. Santa’s Workshop still here in Porvoo. That’s encouraging too.
I know this is good; I’ll save it for later.
—–
No Arosa Village downtown any longer (drat!). But small yet intense Inferalist remains for more possible scenes. Good as well.
However, in examining further, the berg seems to have shrunk even more since Collagesity novel 3. Another backset then, it seems.
—–
The backside of what remains of the Arosa Village.
Site of former downtown.
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third
“I don’t think he-she’s coming out of there, wife of mine. I think we’ve lost her-him to Utah.”
“Don’t always be so negative about things, husband so dear. Utah was chosen by all.”
They paused, considered. Then Fairy Ruby, who was now playing the permitted seasonal role of Mrs. Claus, spoke up again.
“I wonder if Snowmanster will show up to save the day? Like Superman.”
“Depends…” and they both say this in sync: “… if our user splurges the 400 lindens to make it so.” 4 again, I realize beyond the screen, like 40,000 but 100 times less. 2 dollars? I think I can manage it.
—–
“I’m here to save the day!” an extremely, nay, *irritatingly* high pitched Snowmanster wannabe called from the edge of the compound.
“Cheapskate,” groused observing Santa-Axis softer to his wife. Then: “Okay, um, *Snowmanster*! Come join us by the fire for a powwow won’t you!”
“Don’t mind if I do! Don’t mind if I do!”
—–
He was still yelling, even from a few feet away. “Well?! Who’s going to start!?” They stare, waiting for the change. Will it come? Hold on…
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limit
“I’m never going to stop playing this game.”
“Dum, dedum, dedum.”
“Ooops! What just happened?”
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Sunklands 