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[sistercomplex]

[Two boys, one brunette and one blond, are strolling toward the center of camp. The brunette might be trailing behind slightly. And the blond is carrying a long metal poll, which he sticks into the ground with a big sign that says "FESTIVUS" at the top on it.]

There! Now all we have to do is read the stuff that gets put on it. It'll be awesome!

Comments

[emocalypse]

Wouldn't it be impolite, though?

[sistercomplex]

What's impolite about it? It's one of those politically correct holidays.

[emocalypse]

I-I mean, to read other people's…worries…

[sistercomplex]

This is about getting all that out, Shirou. Think of it as inner cleansing or whatever.

[plastic_pal]

[attaching an entire dissertation to the pole about how stupid Festivus is.]

[but_a_wolf]

SAD ROBOT!

[plastic_pal]

I'm not sad, I'm chronically depressed.

[but_a_wolf]

You're supposed to tell me how much I've disappointed you this year.

[but_a_wolf]

... are you serious?

[emocalypse]

…Sohma-san…

[but_a_wolf]

... he is serious, isn't he?

[emocalypse]

I think so.

[sillyrabitricks]

The internet is so trustworthy.

[sistercomplex]

You'll do one right Rabi?

[sillyrabitricks]

Do one what~?

[sistercomplex]

Post a grievance or whatever.

[withwhitewings]

What's this?

[sistercomplex]

Sara! It's a bonding activity I read about on the Internet!

[withwhitewings]

A game?

[sistercomplex]

Yep! You post things that piss you off or something. It's a way to get rid of all those bummer feelings before Christmas.