Wham. Last Christmas seems like it’s barely passed and now another year has gone by and it’s Christmas again. Jack and Betty and Jasmine are all happy you stuck around through another one of them, and wish you a Very Merry Christmas. May you spend time with family and friends, maybe exchange some gifts you all enjoy, and enjoy each other’s company even more. Remember the Reason for the Season. The gifts you’ve received and the gifts you give in return. Take joy in giving something, no matter how humble it is, and receive whatever is given with that same joy. Merry Christmas to all. And to all a good night.
There’s a deep philosophical question people ask each year as Christmas comes around. Do you unwrap your presents on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day? It’s a question that divides families and sparks arguments all over the planet. Jack, being the kind of person that fundamentally dislikes conflict, splits the difference and says…”yes.” One should unwrap some of your gifts on Christmas Eve and the rest on Christmas Day so as to heighten the exposure to the Christmas Spirit for as long as possible. With that generous spirit in mind, I wish you all great joy on this Merry Christmas Eve.
Jack and the gang happy to dress up and say Trick or Treat. Happy Halloween. Whatever floats your boat. It’s a day to party, dress up in crazy different outfits, and have fun. Maybe eat a bit too much candy to start off the Holiday Season which will very quickly end up with us eating way too much of other stuff too.
You know…it’s a wonder we don’t all end up looking like blimps come January.
Jasmine is enjoying duel-wielding weapons as a warrior woman while wearing plot armor. And Betty is doing her wizard thing once more, though this time she decided to wear something with a little more…freedom of movement for those tricky magic spells. Yeah…that’s it. It couldn’t possibly be anything else, right?
And Jack traded in his monk wear for a nice functional, and fully covering, set of more rogueish clothing. I think the girls are jealous. He has pockets.
You know…come to think of it…this kinda looks like a fantasy trope all of a sudden.
Dress for the weather. Try not to get chilly out there. Those of you in the Northern climates may want to make sure you can wear a snowsuit under your costume. Just saying. Been there. Done that. You know the drill.
From Jack and the gang to all of you, may you enjoy a nice round of dressing up and taking candy from strangers. Wait a minute. Nah. What could possibly go wrong with this plan?
It is Halloween SOMEWHERE in the world right now after all.
Twilight was at Texas Tech when the Drug Lords sent their assassins to kill the students and teachers there. She’d built her first real body for the graduation ceremony, and of course packed it full of weapons. She was a little blonde bombshell that day, in far more ways than one, and she fought back like a whirling dervish of death. It wasn’t that she was defending the school that much. Or so she says. But the assassins shot her shiny new body. Many times as it happened. Twilight had to rebuild the body nearly from scratch after the battle. They were a bunch of dirty, smelly, nasty humans shooting up her body, not to mention that other group of dirty, smelly, nasty humans. But Dixie liked her dirty, smelly, nasty humans, so Twilight could open up a can of whoopass on the first group and Dixie would fight right beside her. Twilight found her happy place that day. She spent the rest of the wars finding similar happy places full of people she could kill without earning Dixie’s ire. She helped end the wars at Singapore, and became a founding member of the AI Council that would preside over AIs ever after. She helped change our world for the better and grew to like it just a little bit. Not that she admits it often of course. That would totally mess up her gothic gunbunny act.