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Rated: ASR · Fiction · Mystery · #2332241
Inspired by the video game
Frosty Nights


Everything that is alive requires something living. The Acorn for the great oak tree, the egg for the red robin, and the love of parental guardians for humanity.

Our founder understood this well, as he was the first to be created by Mother Nature and St. Nicholas themselves. For a time, we felt a sense of purpose, helping bring joy to children all over the world. But, that all came to an end with children who weren’t satisfied with Santa’s gifts alone. They demanded more and more. Trees weren’t being replanted, leaving mother nature’s poor children- the animals- with nowhere to go. Santa tried to help Mother nature by creating the naughty list, using the excess magic to plant new trees. For a time, this helped. But the greed of humanity was insatiable, and with the industrial revolution, humanity became too far gone. Mother nature began to weep, as the animals died horrible deaths. Her depression turned to rage. Pretty soon, our founder wanted nothing to do with this monstrous disease plaguing mother nature, so he left along with all the sentient snowmen who understood Mother Nature’s anguish. Now the Snowmen serve a new purpose. Silent protectors of nature. Every cruel act against an animal, every damage to a dormant tree, they can see it all from the forest in winter. Be sure to keep an eye out for the snowmen, because they definitely saw you.
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