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But he was right.
When the horde came, I wasn't ready. None of us were. Cept him, with his inane grin getting larger with each kill, like a old clown driven mad by one too many pies. While the rest of us were heralding the end of days, sending society into a tailspin, he was stockpiling weapons and hair grease.
When the world didn't end and we were left to pick up the pieces the morning after, there he was.
'So Tom, you been naughty or nice?'
'Umm...yeah, nice? i guess..?'
'Really? A little elf tells me otherwise...'
'I've always tried...'
'Course you have, course you have. Don't worry yourself. Go grab a headband and a gun, they'll come at nightfall'
So there I am, sat in a freezing cave, clutching my rifle like its the last present under the tree, waiting for the darkness
When the horde came, I wasn't ready. None of us were. Cept him, with his inane grin getting larger with each kill, like a old clown driven mad by one too many pies. While the rest of us were heralding the end of days, sending society into a tailspin, he was stockpiling weapons and hair grease.
When the world didn't end and we were left to pick up the pieces the morning after, there he was.
'So Tom, you been naughty or nice?'
'Umm...yeah, nice? i guess..?'
'Really? A little elf tells me otherwise...'
'I've always tried...'
'Course you have, course you have. Don't worry yourself. Go grab a headband and a gun, they'll come at nightfall'
So there I am, sat in a freezing cave, clutching my rifle like its the last present under the tree, waiting for the darkness