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As you walk into the usually filthy rat hole (to pardon the expression) you are surprised to find that the lair is with a whole new look. The vermin are singing carols and knives are staying unsheathed. When you ask the bartender about it, he simply replies, "Tis Christmas me hearty, pull up a glass of egg nog and roast chestnuts by the open fire. "Eh, mate, yeah, you, come on an' have a bit o' nog wi' the likes o' us!" A dirty searat holds up his drink and waves you toward his table. "This be some pub, eh? Gives all the nog ya want. But carfeul now, I've heard tell some tales o' things that 'appened when beast's got 'emselves drunk. It doesn’t happen much this time o’ year, since this egg noggin be a popular lug. Betcha wan'a hear tell. The music you ask? Well, it certanly isn't anythin' I've heard 'afore, but it is a bit heartwarming.
"Ah mate, don' lissen to 'im. I betcho wanna hear some o' me poems. Loverly things them. All about the foulest o' us vermin, eh?" Another of the searats slammed down his carton and winked at you.
"You ever heard tell o' some o' them big fancy warlords?" The small rat on his left slung his paw over your shoulder, "'Tis strange tales o' the madness often comes wi' power. That’s watcha get fer not keepin’ the spirit o’ Christmas all year round. But then, there are always th' tales o' just anything at all. You like th' fights, mate? Or just anythin' about the mos' handsome creature of beast to ever walk our fair earth, vermin!" This time of year the boss is aseptin stories ‘bout Christmas and such, you should send in somthin’. You can look at what we already got at the Christmas stories page.
All the stories you send in will be sent to Danny Honeyglider.
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