Evil Plastic Santa: The Birth of Evil Plastic Santa by Gary H.

From the diary of the Evil Plastic Santa

The Day of my Birth by Evil Plastic Santa

A cold day, void of all the pleasantries of christmas, found itself the day of my birth. The 25th day of the last month in the year 474, in what some consider the end of the official Roman light (but not its Byzantine counterpart - the successor line and continuation of continuity of the roman empire) when the totality of the barbarian invasions sacked the city and it found itself poor upkeep, ruin and atrophy. I was a hard form, brutal seed of a mother damned - near unwanted form of I. The brood of some fowl event that would cripple the mother that bore me hence and would end the lot of her in all due time from the complication of an unintended pregnancy, a death sentence to say the least. My father, source of the seed was a plastic Snowman, made long before the time of plastic. What would be the end result of his past plunder would be a plastic santa sired. Plastic Jack Frost given rise to the Evil Plastic Santa, made evil after successfully sacking the city of Turatorian, a quaint twelve bedroom republic, using only a thimble made of: Humsuckle Silly. I have no idea what 'humsuckle silly' is but I knew it was the source of the end Turatorian livelihoods and the rise of the reign of Evil Plastic Santa. A plastic santa, born from a Plastic Jack Frost in the city of Rome: 474, just before its fall. Some would say this to be an omen of lesser days of happiness to come. I would say: Conquest for the evil santa made of Plastic and defeat of co-op republics and coup of the board of director's of one of these CO-OPS.

- Evil Plastic Santa -

To be continued...