The Silly and Massive Dungeon Master Christmas story thread

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Nabi."
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Midnight came and everyone slept.

Gothmog awoke and surveyed the room. Bodies and penguins lay all around. Chani was dozing fitfully, her head resting on some concrete snowboots. Nabi was tossing and turning, his arm snapping out and knocking chicken-toys from the table onto piles of phonetic undergarments. Gando was asleep amidst a group of kleptomaniacs, while Tiggy slept soundly, her feet twitching as enervating rodents tentatively nibbled her toes.

From the far side of the room, someone was stirring. Stamm yawned and stretched, untanlging his beard from Syra's flappy halter-top. His inflated pecs were covered in the remains of an unsuccessful mashed-potato castle, and his left hand was missing a finger, likely from a falling serrated razor. He looked around at the Chaos and caught Gothmog's eye.

"Great party!" he chuckled loudly. "Same again next year?"
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