This enduring snow that clings and clump onto everything and anything it can.
This festive atmosphere that infects you with an uncanny urge to dance and run around with a big smile on your face.
Everyone's up and about in town immersed in the holiday activities; happy memories, and probably sad ones too, are being made this very moment.
And yet, I don't feel anything.
It's been another awful year.
There is no God.
Moot is kill and a nipnong has taken over.
Daiz successfully killed archive.moe.
Chitoge is set to win the Rakubowl.
7 years later I am still mad about True Tears.
This year, today, I'll finally...
Seeing the snow piling up as they fall from the branches annoyed me.
So I made a snowman.
But something's missing...
Without any warning, the snowman I had just made began to glow with a blue aura.
What's the meaning of this?
When I regain my sight, there before me, was not the snowman I had meticulously put together, but instead, what seems to be a small girl.
I Was Going to Hang Myself on Christmas, but the Snowman Became A Cute Girl?!
She woke up because I was too loud.
What do I do?!
"Hey, sorry about that-" The second you try to speak, she lunges at you before you even realize it.
Your body moves without you telling it to.
She swings but misses at the last second.
Your breathing gets harder. The adrenaline rush alone has gotten you this far but the drain on your legs running in the snow is not to be reckoned with.
"You, commit suicide? You can't even confess to a girl you like, Anon-kun.
I have to cut it short here.
Consider Christmas ruined fags :^)
Here is a preview for what's to come.
I need to go to sleep and don't really have enugh material to continue the thread.
Merry Christmas Anons.