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[DolosusDoleus]

"No offense comrade, but you should let professional handle zese tings."

Pick up Harold, and follow Dave and Harry.

[hector13]

((clumsy bastard ))

Fight toward consciousness some more.

[S34N1C]

Continue moving north. Punch anything hostile.

[Tomasque]

Another fight for control leads to disastrous consequences:

 "COLLECT YOUR CORPSES, COLD CADAVERS! YOU CANNOT COUNTER MY CAROLS! CLAWS CANNOT CON CHRISTMAS!"

 John begins to spin in circles, throwing snowballs at anyone who comes close.

[Person]

Harry double checks that his pistol is still operable in this environment. If it works, he returns fire! If not, he starts building a snow fort for his allies to rally behind.

"Keep it up everyone! Zanta won't know what hit 'im!"

(What's your stance here on equipment. Is it "anything your character would reasonably have" or just our clothes/winter clothing and the like.)

[FallacyofUrist]

((I'll go with anything your character would reasonably have. Though if it might not function in the winter environment, I'll roll for it.))

[Person]

All right then, sounds good,

[FallacyofUrist]

Missing one player. Dave/Sosuko I think.

[Person]

Well, I guess this is over? If so eager to see Wacky Races get going again.

[FallacyofUrist]

And lo, the deadline passed, and Santa Claws became the new Santa Claus. But was that truly the end?

Perhaps not. The question was, would no Christmas at all be better than an evil Christmas?