December 22nd, 2008
The Antisnatter do a great big sneer. “Lapland is ablaze with rumours, Claus. You must have heard them. That the Spirit Of Christmas is fading, that it is dying. The bounce and the sparkle has gone out of the people, the decorations in the Grotto aren’t what they ought to be. And they’re right! The Spirit of Christmas will die, and I shall cause it to be!!! HArrrr hurrn hnarruhrrr.”
flippineck!
“The time approaches, Claus,” he go. “The star is rising! It is nearly Christmas Day and then I shall strike! The spirits of Christmas Past, Present and Future shall perish, and the very Spirit of Christmas itself, constituting the sum of the three, shall be no more. Harrr.”
Snatter is trying to hold it together but you can tell he’s worried!
“And what’s this then, Antisnatter? What do you need all this for?” Snatter means the big thing he’s looking into. Antisnatter looks excited by this.
“This wonderful contraption,” he go, “is currently acting as a microscope, with which I am examining a very interesting relic of Christmas Future that my minions discovered here recently. It’s a sand timer, with very strange properties. It lets me see things beyond ordinary sight. Through it, I have been able to track your whereabouts and your movements within the framework of my master plan!”
OE NOE! m8s I think by coming here we’ve helped the Antisnatter somehow!
“Currently I am observing a gentleman by the name of… Marley.”