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originally posted in:The New Dojo
12/13/2016 10:09:21 PM
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Trust me, I know gloomy. I was a god living in the Underworld. And yes, I actually am enjoying it for once.
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"That is good. I usually reside in the afterlife so this holiday season has proven to be quite interesting. I still do not understand the chopping down of a tree and bringing it inside ones residence"
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Well, it was originally a Paganist tradition where they would bring in young pine trees to keep their life, sort of a pity thing
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"Interesting" She then looks over at the man sticking stockings on people's heads. Her face showing her confusion. "And it's traditional to put large socks on people's heads?"
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It's traditional to hang stockings over a mantle. Not... Not this...
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"To dry them from the snow?"
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I believe that's where it started, but nowadays a man named Santa comes into your house, filling them with toys
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"Filling socks with toys.... what an interesting tradition. Perhaps I should visit the living more often."
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Yeah... Of course, when others celebrated Christmas, I was doing other things, since I'm not Christian
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"Oh? Then what do you celebrate?"
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Until now? Nothing. My father is a god to a different religion. A religion that I haven't had the best memory of
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"How unfortunate, I've been in the afterlife bringing calmness to the dead so I know very little about the traditions and religions of this world. Your father is a God you say?"
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Yes. His name is Garuud, God of the Underworld and Disciple of Flame to Deus
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"Hmm, I've heard that name, I believe the lord of dead mentioned him."
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Hmm? Oh, right. He is, uh, an ass, so to speak
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"Unfortunate, perhaps he will be surpassed sooner than not. I've even heard of a twisted man interested in taking the throne of the underworld for himself."
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Yeah, it was me.
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"Interesting, well I wish you the best of luck" Outside of the corner of the eye Gerald can be seen trying to sneak up with a stocking at the ready.
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*He smiles, forming an iron ball and throwing it into Gerald's stocking, knocking him back*
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Gerald stumbles over falling into a seat. He looks in the stocking chucking to himself. "Well well, looks like I have balls of steel" And then wanders off looking for his next target. Ash looks at he strange man. "Is he always like this?"
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I don't know...
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"Well he does seem quite festive though perhaps a little strange"
