the children shivered in the cold, indifferent glow of the computer monitor. the beard of the man could only be described as unkempt. unkempt, just like the Druids he had been leveling off of for the last 23 hours.
"dad, can we open the presents?"
in his mindless grind he had forgotten to buy presents. he had also forgotten to get up to use the bathroom and was covered in an uncountable number of fetid bodily fluids.
the man hastily wrapped a half eaten PayDay bar and a few tacos from Taco Bell. he crudely threw the poorly wrapped "present" at the group of cowering children. the bag exploded in a rain of lettuce and grade F taco meat. the kids pinched bits of meat and cat hair up and reluctantly ate it, happy to have a meal.
today the would hit level 34.
merry Christmas
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