OOC MISSION: ATTACK OF THE MALL SANTAS (AND OTHERS)

[Guest]

A new day was dawning! Wait ... no. That wasn't the right phrase. BAH! START OVER!!

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SOUTH WARS - EPISODE TWO

ATTACK OF THE MALL SANTAS
(and some other people)

After numerous struggles to establish Amestrian control, SOUTH CITY was now experiencing an extended time of peace.

This holiday season, enemy fronts have fallen silent - a tentative sign of a quiet winter. Though with defense forces on standby, the people of SOUTH CITY prepared themselves for a joyous Christmas.

Unbeknownst to them, a terrifying legion of Christmas-styled maniacs were let loose inside the City of SOUTH just before Christmas Eve. SOUTH FORCES were caught off-guard as the INSANE HOLIDAY CRASHER'S UNION easily gained a foothold within the city, and quickly began their horrendous procedures of converting the populace into brainwashed recruits.

In twenty-four hours, now Christmas' Eve, roughly half of the populace of SOUTH CITY has been forced into the ranks of the IHCU. The beleaguered SOUTH FORCES request for aid from any Amestrians who are willing to take down this menace once and for all.

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Wait ... are you still reading this?
WHY?
I JUST EXPLAINED EVERYTHING ELSE ABOVE, ALREADY!!

No seriously:
Stop reading this, scroll down, and focus on the rest of the post.

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Hundreds strong, they numbered. Mad Santas running around fully suited in ridiculous red suits and hats (and beards too), Mad carolers who were adorned with knives in one hand and scores written in blood, Mad bellringers whose bell handles were actually knifes glued onto bells (or ... transmuted or something, he didn't know). This was going to be a joyous occasion indeed. Holiday cheer and mirth for all.

"UNION MEMBEEEEEERS!
IT'S TIME TO TURN THE REST OF SOUTH INTO PART OF US!
GO! RAMPAGE!
CONVEEEEEEEEERT!"

And with that, the quiet morning of Christmas' Eve was broken by the voice of legions of madmen (or sane men and women who were brainwashed or drugged into this mess) howling with laughter, actual howling, and just maniacal screeching. And outward they went, all of them: Santas, Bellringers, Carolers, and Union Members who making sure they stayed in line, not that it mattered to Hei. The only way you could identify the Union Leaders were by the fact that they carried large sacks (most of them were dressed up as Mall Santas, but not all of them), but most of them were just as crazy as the others, so eh.

The Xingese-Drachman was just going to enjoy tonight. After all, the craziness was just beginning, so up he hefted his sack loaded with syringes and god-knows-what kind of drugs while his left arm was holding onto a shotgun spraypainted with holiday colors.

All around, sirens blared ... and ... there was a voice, being projected through loudspeakers: "All South and Central soldiers: Defend the people of South, but if at all possible do NOT kill the Mall Santas! I repeat, incapacitate but do not kill! Central Soldiers, try to evacuate the non-infected! South! Round up the Santas to keep it from spreading and find the originator!"

Hah, that was the voice of the person in charge, obviously. Silly Amestrian. This wasn't a disease, this was just hundreds of madmen rampaging in unison. . . . Okay, maybe it did have infectious qualities, but still. Not like he cared, as he marched on into the streets, armed and ready (as did all the others).

-MISSION: COMMENCE-

OOC: From here on out, I'll try to restrict my posts to under 200 words, but this opening post just needed to ignore that limit for the sake of humor.

[Guest]

Maiyuki strutted through the streets dressed as a Mrs. Clause, with her red pumps to match. Her hair was divided in two this season, as ponytails were all the psychotic rage. She sported a peppermint lolipop between her ruby red lips and moved through the streets watching the Carnage unfold. For her, this was easy money. Inciting chaos was a bit of her specialty, as she merely moved while pumping out her hallucinogenic pheromones. For each person the vivid nightmare would be different. They would be among comrades, but in enemy territory. Which meant, they wouldn't feel any need to hold back in their acts of violence. In this way, with her Pheromones wafting about in a forty foot range, any who approached her would begin to succumb to her will. She had no qualms with this assignment either, she didn't require to kill anyone. "Fucking Alchemists. Even amongst my chaos, I can not kill. But soon I'll have all your necks." With a sweet, yet sinister chuckle she skipped down the street orchestrating her group of eight men to do her bidding. Burning shops, flipping cars, sticking hand-grenades in mailboxes, and even shaving cats...real sick shit right?

[Guest]

It hadn't taken long for Fenris to heal. Now settled in with Shula he had even started to come round to the idea of her being an Alchemist. He stilled worried but she seemed to have decent control and didn't think highly of herself for being one. So he lived on her Sofa pull out bed. He helped around the house but today Shula had sensed there was trouble but was forced to command from the office so he offered to go out instead. Though now he deeply regretted it. Wooden sword strapped to his back as he walked into the shopping centre trying not to grind his teeth at each jingle.

Spoiler:

He growled slightly as kids pointed to him asking where the grotto was. He had to refrain from wringing there necks. He will so give Shula a piece of his mind. There’s blending in and then there’s looking like a fucking tit. Looking for any sign of trouble he sighed pinching his nose tightly. "This is completely...humiliating"

[Guest]

"I'll see you in the next life, fatman~!" A crack resounded through the mall. All in the silver-haired assassin's vicinity was quiet but for moments, before the chaos resumed. The trigger had been pulled. The execution had come full circle. The crack of gunpowder; the revolver recoiled in his hand. The smell of discharged cordite.

The man garbed in ridiculously fluffy red-and-white clothing sprawled on the floor, dea- I mean, unconscious. "You know, rubber bullets really fucking suck." Ayden grumbled, before hauling the man's body off so he wasn't trampled in the nearby ruckus, full of holiday cheer all the way, frown upon his pale-set face. "Remind me why I signed up for this again..."

It wasn't too long before the man clapped his hands and dusted off his coat, 'admiring' his surroundings; just about everything had been nearly obliterated by these fat-suit terrorists; shops were in complete disarray, shattered glass, crumbling brickwork, bullet-riddled pillars. Oh yes, indeed, some Santas had come equipped with weaponry, alongside other things in those pitiful 'bags of toys'. Nothing could compare to the assassin's arsenal however; he was the ultimate!

Humming a Christmas ditty, Ayden threw himself back into the fray, grasping the Children. He hoped they were loaded with rubber bullets, and hoped for the real thing at the same time. It would be fun either way, right~?

[Guest]

Something flying through the air. Something with shirt and pants. Socks and shoes. A head with eyes, nose, ears and mouth. A pair of Limbs both upper and lower.

Oh, this something is actually a human.

Well, anyway he landed on the gray asphalt on the ground. Unable to stand again as he blacked out. No, no, no. He was not hit by a truck I assure you. He was hit by woman of a nordic stature with strength that of giants. You can hear the *cracks* as she snapped her fingers.

The south became a C.A. Militants of Amestris were pouring in for their new cause and raison d'etre which is the solemn vow of defense. And she was in on their helm. She can't use her gun and she can't use her sabre. But she can use her fists. And they are weapons of their own. No, that was an understatement, She as a whole is a moving deadly weapon.

She raised her right hand and pointed as her arms moved right and left marking her target. The same hand returned to the attitude level of her nick as her thumb moved with the fist horizontally covering all the nick with such movement.

She was conveying them a message, that is not going to be a battle. No, it is going to be a one sided massacre.

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