Ascendance wanted its Christmas presents. Yet, no fat guy in a Santa costume would be able to bring to them. No Macabee was going to "light their menorah." There would be no magical antler-toting vehicles that would deliver them their asking . (Or would there?). As days expire toward that faithful day, that present came. No one had a shred of doubt.
Presents are a nice thing. You get yourself a fat television to watch the latest "24" or "Battlestar Galactica" episode on and you're quite happy. But Ascendance didn't get themselves a sporty World of Warcraft family bus -- although that would be a good idea. They got something they had earned without doubt, and they have a story along with their present.
Members farmed their asses off; officers led and everyone followed. Dinkl did spread-eagles to keep people moving (away from him) and Prame and Melian spat out all those rotation assignments like champions. Everyone knew was to do. Four days for four horsemen. After all, it doesn't sound like such a bad ratio!
The Four Horsemen are dead. "Feliz Navidad" coincidentally had been ringing through my apartment complex, which seemingly seems funnily appropriate. As drinks were opened and celebratory AFKs were taken, gnomes were punted, angry dwarves didn't seem to be so angry and every member said those wonderful words of, "Congratulations, Ascendance!"
Amen.
Happy Holidays from the Bear.
