Oh.. well met, traveler. (You notice me skinning and field dressing a grinch carcass strung up by the rafters of the cabin) Oh this? Yeah bagged it just this morning. Male, not too old. Meat's gonna be good. (I stare, somewhat detached, at the grinch corpse hanging in front of me for a moment before plunging my knife through its heart) Fucking sickos. You know they hate Christmas? That time of the year where good kids get presents and, heh, well.. when adults get egg nog. (Quiet slicing and carving sounds, bloodlust professionally but barely contained) Wind's howling,













