A (KH-Vids) CHRISTMAS CAROL Original story by Charles Dickens There was once a grumpy old man known simply as Ebenezer Spdude by his friends and colleagues. He was renowned for his misanthropy and miser-like attitude - a cold-hearted, stern-faced and tight-lipped man who directly despised all things happy, amusing, and to do with the Christmas holidays. After finishing up the rest of his tightened day, with little acknowledgement of his employee Bob Crdpwolf besides a half-hearted paid day off, he decides to spend the cold night of Christmas Eve alone. At night, however, he is visited by the ghost of his deceased colleague, Deathspank. Deathspank callously warns old Spdude that he shall suffer a horrid fate if he continues onward in such a manner. Spdude, however, with his replies of "Bah, humbug", considers such statements as silly - but Deathspank soon states that he shall be visited by three ghosts, that of the Past, Present, and Christmas Yet to Come, for old Spdude to understand. Spdude, naturally the most cynical of cynics, considers such claims as ridiculous and decides to sleep. But Spdude soon wakes up to see the Ghost of Christmas Past. The Ghost of Christmas Past shows Spdude of his own younger days - the time when he was first crowned site administrator after the departure of the previous one, and the opinion of the public - along with his eventual period of neglect. Such a memory serves to soften his heart ever so slightly, whilst saddening him. Spdude is then visited by the Ghost of Christmas Present, who shows Spdude of Bob Crdpwolf and the Crdpwolf family, along with their daughter Sabby. The Ghost of Christmas Present notes how happy the family is despite their living on a pittance and the injuries of young Sabby. Spdude is finally visited by the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come, a shadowy figure who paints a showcase of what shall happen if Spdude continues in his ways - the death of Sabby and unhappiness of the family, a claiming of all his possessions, and an isolated, untended, forgotten grave. Spdude breaks down in tears upon witnessing such scenes, and soon vows to become a better person. The next morning, Spdude has changed. Love and kindness, now bountiful and merry in his heart, drive the man to redeem himself for his past acts. Specifically by assistance in updating the forum. THE END
Dickens weeps from his grave over the fact that he couldn't string together such a poetic chain of events. Bravo, my boy.
Oh man, this is why I love you sweetie <3 hope to talk to you during the break I'm happy that I get to be in your story. xDD btw.. spdude should never have me as a daughter.. I'd empty his wallet in 10 hours.
