He was the knight who battled for Christmas. Year round he swilled large amounts of spiked eggnog and kicked Kringle's elves like footballs if they came too close. An immortal, like Kringle, he had existed for an eternity. His job was to protect the vulnerable kingdom of toy makers. And never was there a more treacherous time than the night before Christmas. The fat man, Kringle, waddled into his room. As he did every year since the beginning of time. "Are you prepared to do your duty again," Kringle asked. The knight wiped the eggnog mustache from his lip and looked the obese man over. "Like I have any choice," the knight replied gloomily. "Maybe you could train your midget freaks to build fortifications and weapons instead if useless toys." Kringle frowned, scratching his great belly. "Your drunk." "I'm always drunk, why should today be any different," the knight quipped. Kringle’s cheeks turned rosy, betraying his inner anger. "Look, just do your job. You think I like crawling down a million chimneys? You think I like frostbite? It's Christmas, we're all miserable," Kringle blurted out. "Sounds like you've been hitting the sauce too, you old fart," the knight laughed. "You just do your thing and I'll do mine." "I'm counting on you," Kringle said flatly. "Don't fail us. With that the bearded old man walked off closing the door behind him. "Drama, drama, drama," the knight muttered. Grabbing his greatsword, he headed for the kingdoms gate. The enemy would be coming soon. The massive golden gate crashed shut behind him as the armor clad knight prepared himself. The attacks had been getting worst and worst as the years passed. A blizzard whipped around him chilling him to the bone. Fortunately, he was still a bit drunk so he was slightly numb to the elements. Through the blinding white snow he heard the enemy shouting battle cries as they approached. "You can’t say Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays is the only acceptable thing to say," the enemy cried as they approached the poles gates, torches in hands. The knight grimaced. "Liberals, their scum must be annihilated before the madness spreads!" With his sword in both hands he charged into the wind towards the madmen. As he closed the distance he saw the first of them. "Cutting down Christmas trees is bad for the environment," the liberal screamed, as the knight approached. The knight swung hard chopping the lunatic in two. Blood sprayed, staining the winter wonderland crimson. "Cutting down libs is good for the environment though," he replied, kicked the cleaved corpse. A torch smashed over the knight’s helm. He stumbled, turning about to face the assailant who had attacked him from behind. He ducked another attack, the torch harmlessly whooshing over his ducking head. He buried his sword to the hilt into the feeble attackers belly. Falling to the ground the liberal groaned, “Children should be protected from Christmas nonsense like Santa Claus and his elves.” The knight regarded the fallen man with contempt. “Your lack of Christmas spirit is bothersome.” He brought his sword down again, preventing any rebuttal from the liberal. As he looked up from the growing puddle of blood staining the white blanket of snow, a gaggle of men and women came over the hill. They burned effigy's of Kris Kringle, and held signs that had Merry Christmas crossed off on them. Rage burned in the Knights heart. Lack of faith in Christmas was the only thing that could kill him and kill old Kringle. If the world didn’t believe they would cease to be. An eggnog fueled fire exploded as he charged into the thick of them. Cleaving, cutting, smashing and stomping the fools into oblivion. After the last of them were destroyed he sighed heavily. He slowly walked back towards the gates. Tracking blood behind him. Bodies littered the scenery. He pounded on the gates with his armored fist. “Is it safe,” a tiny voice called down. “Open the door you stupid elf, Christmas has been saved,” the knight replied. The door swung open before him. “Until next year at least,” he thought to himself.
Nobody read this, just checking if I have it written right. Cheesemuffin here! I've decided, after much consideration, the winners of the giveaway! There's been plenty of KaWmas spirit here, and some touching messages, and everyone here deserves an award! IN FIRST PLACE, I GIVE YOU: Moveslikejagger For her honest story, and her sharing of her realization that people go out of their way to play this game. SECOND PLACE! There are so many different winners of second place, I'll just list the different awards. THE HUMBLE AWARDS Given to those generous few that participated, WITHOUT the intention of getting the clan as a reward. --Penguin-- xxNATHANUKxx Your humbleness is a quality that bests most qualities. Merry KaWmas to you! THE LOYAL AWARDS Given to those who play KaW because of the people, the friends, the fun, teh noobs and teh lulz! SexyBaby12345 --Penguin-- LordEmerald MovesLikeJagger Mossheart Gurilla TaylerTheKing Gruffie 4S-Crusade Moretrone xxNATHANUKxx Keep playing KaW! It's great! THE CREATIVE AWARDS Given to the conspiracy theorists and those who just let the truth be known. spoonking -Mistborn- Keep up the truth-speaking! Just be careful, I think the devs are reading this.... KAWMAS SPIRIT For providing the guests of the giveaway with a festive jingle! iPimella A merry GlooMi KaWmas to you! TOUCHING TALE A shout-out to the player who told the most touching tale of KaW! williamthegreat27 As for everyone else... MERRY KAWMAS!!!!!! I'm sick on Christmas Eve :O so it'll be a little bit before everyone gets their titles and Wallart.