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C-H-R-I-S-T-M-A-S    Error: bad password. "Why can't I join the main server?" Wamp Rats exclaimed to himself as he typed another password into the entry box. F-U-C-K-Y-O-U    Error: bad password. "Motherfuck. Maybe I should ask Capt. Angry" Wamp Rats brought up his steam menu. He clicks on Angry's name and sends a VERY strongly worded message to him. "WHY THE FUCK CAN'T I JOIN THE SERVER?" Angry responds, "Caps lol" Angry begins to type out an explanation, "Wamp, no furries are allowed on the server today." Suddenly, Riftoff *wait for applause* sends Angry a message, "Don't tell him furries aren't allowed, I've got a better idea." Angry calls Wamp back up, "Sorry dude, you can't join the main server until you find out the true meaning of Christmas." "And how will I do that?" "I don't know, ask someone wise."

Wamp Rats was befuddled, "Who would I ask for the true meaning of Christmas?" Insight came to him quickly, "I know I'll ask Riftoff! He knows all about that shit" Riftoff was killing people with his as a heavy with the sweatervest bear skin. "So you want to know the true meaning of Christmas, eh? Well fuck that Jesus shit, it's all about Santa" "Santa isn't real, you faggot" "That's funny considering he used to play on this server all the time." "Haha", Wamp Rats laughed sarcastically. "He used to go by the name Plastic Jesus" in a nearly grave tone. “This is a weakass troll.” "Ever notice how Plastic would disappear around Christmas Eve?" "Alright even you aren't joking, Plastic hates me." Wamp Rats said dejectedly. "Well too bad for you" Riftoff mocked. "But," Riftoff being never one to disappoint "I hear you can get on Santa's good side by doing ten good deeds before Christmas Eve, preferably for his old friends on cC" Wamp Rats pondered this for a moment, "Ten good deeds for other cCs just to get on the main server, fuck that!" Wamp looked over at the server list. All the servers were locked for the Christmas season, except for one. Wamp Rats eyed the cC Funmaps server [Presents/Breakfloor/Dave Cook]. Images of the 12 days of Breakfloor passed by his eyes. Memories of twelve year old children playing LEROY JENKINS for the hundredth time passed by his ears. "Ugggh.", Wamp mimiced the sound of a small dying mammal. He hovered his mouse over the connect button and clicked.