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  I love the color palette and overall graphics style!

1. Mad
2. Ponch
3. Cassiebsg

'Tis the Season, but for whom?  Its Santa's thieving, egotistical, and evil twin brother:  Swindle Claus! 
*Sung to the tune of Here Comes Santa Claus*

Here comes Swindle Claus
Here comes Swindle Claus
Right from
His stockade
Blitzed vixens
And all his shady peers
Pulling on windowpanes

Alarms are ringing
Children screaming
All wary searchlights are bright
Hide your belongings
And say your prayers
'Cause Swindle Claus
Bums tonight

Here comes Swindle Claus
Here comes Swindle Claus
Right from
His stockade
He's got a gag
Fitted for noise
For boys and girls waylaid

Hear those periphary bells
Jirple jarple
Oh, what a cynical sight
Duck your head
Cover up your spread
'Cause Swindle Claus
Bums tonight

Here comes Swindle Claus
Here comes Swindle Claus
Right from
His stockade
He does care
If you're rich or poor
But loots you just the same

Swindle knows
That we're some broad's children
And Dirty Matt makes alibis airtight
Fill your hearth
With cantankerous Bill Laimbeer
'Cause Swindle Claus
Bums tonight

Here comes Swindle Claus
Here comes Swindle Claus
Right from
His stockade
He bums around
When the search flames out
It's a larcenous morn again

He'll fleece all your worth
With some fraud
If we hollow the skylight
Let's prep shanks
For the horde above
'Cause Swindle Claus
Is bummin' tonight
'Cause Swindle Claus
Is bummin' tonight
'Cause Swindle Claus
Is bummin' tonight

I'm working on a song about Santa's evil twin brother, who steals from little girls and boys...So I should have an entry.

EDIT: I've heard of a Krampus horror movie, but I don't know anything about it.  My entry is just about the opposite of Santa Claus.  Rather than give presents this guy steals them, he's mean to children, etc...

  This looks and sounds great!  I'm game:

Name: James Prior
From: P-town, Virginia

[Selmiak]

Text: Selmiak
Shape: Baron
Correlation: Selmiak

Good to see you Pinback; this looks awesome!  World War I never looked so wonderfully robotic and brown.

It does seem a rather ungentlemanly thing to do. But that's just my two cents.

Agreed, inviting friends en masse to stuff the ballot box is ungentlemanly to say the least.

  Without question this is the rhymingest and open-worldest OSD you will ever play!

EDIT: So I just realized...This is the ripoffingest of Ponch's style evar!

You snooze you looze Poncho!  FSM trophy whooohooo!

The FSM!  As a trophy!  Thanks!

[Sinitrena]

In a rush, visiting family so I can't expound too much on the entries...

Best Character: Sinitrena for Theodoros
Best Plot: Sane Co.
Best Tone: Sinitrena
Best Background World: Sinitrena
Best Style: SilverSpook, though I was confused as well.
Most Substantive: Sinitrena

Obviously he is referring to The Bully's soothing dulcet tones.

  Cool!  Fun game made even funner by being free.

This sounds like fun, good luck with the remaining writing and coding!

Yes, that tends to happen in a pinky toe explosion contest.
Where did you get that pool of blow-up dolls?

Outside a small Egyptian army station in town, a low-level soldier was sharpening his spear while a rich nobleman stood nearby visibly annoyed and holding his nose.  The nobleman said, “You lowborn slave warrior types disgust me.  All of your lot deserves a good rinse.”  The soldier put down his spear and whetstone, and glared at the nobleman.  There was a language barrier between the men, but the look on the soldier's face showed that he fully understood the slight.  With a satisfied nod the nobleman, known as Festus, walked off just as the Egyptian soldier began his silent incantation to invoke assistance from the Egyptian god of pranks.  Not Bes, who is known for many things including good humor and sexual pleasure, but the oft forgotten lesser deity known as YUCKHOTEP.  After his appeal to a very specific and underrated higher power was finished, the soldier started cleaning his bloodstained shield with lye and water as a sly grin formed on his face.

The nobleman needed to get some dark eye makeup for one of his mistresses, and so he stopped in to a small ramshackle roadside store made of mudbrick.  He browsed the various colors in search of something that his caught his eye.  Festus chuckled to himself at how superficial women could be with their fancy makeup, and then he noticed a wrinkle in his fancy linen skirt and very methodically began flattening it out.  Without warning, two barrels of red ochre and henna powder fell off of a top shelf and crashed on his head spilling the contents all over Festus and his expensive linens.  The proprietor hurried over, dusted his customer off, and apologized profusely.  Festus cursed the merchant and his poorly designed shelves, but ultimately shrugged the whole event off as bad luck and exited the store in a reasonably good mood to handle more pressing errands.

Festus hummed an old bard's standard as he swaggered down the street to Madman Ramases's Chariot Emporium.  He turned a corner, brushed ochre lint off of his fine linen skirt, and then proceeded straight into a bombardment of mudballs.  Festus blindly swatted and flailed as he was pummeled head-to-toe, and quickly took cover behind an old horsecart.  He collected himself, wiped mud from his eyes, drew a jewel encrusted bronze dagger, and charged back into the street to find kids running in all directions.  In their haste the little miscreants abandoned a firing line of toy mini-catapults.  Festus cursed Anubis and Set, and with considerably less swagger in his step, continued walking towards the second largest Chariot store in all of Egypt.  There was a faint, brief cackling sound ringing in his ears as he passed Smutankhamen, an infamous merchant known for selling “sinful” hieroglyphics scribed on papyrus, but Festus decided that these strange giggles belonged to the prankster kids currently in hiding.

The lavish entrance to Madman Ramases's Chariot Emporium loomed above Festus; a salesman hustled over to attend.  The chariot salesman wrinkled his nose in disgust, and Festus explained, “This was the handiwork of some filthy street urchins” and motioned a hand over his previously attractive and elegant linen attire.  From Festus's style of speech the salesman correctly deduced that he was dealing with a rich nobleman, and so he immediately launched into an overlong sales routine.  Halfway through, Festus dismissively waved his hand and declared, “Enough of your golden tongued prattle!  Tell your boss that I'll be in my usual spot.“  Festus strode over to the waiting harem, a fancy room designed for the posh chariot shoppers to relax, and dove into the luxurious bed.  The veiled attendants sauntered over, and Festus ogled as they belly-danced.  Feeling exhausted, he eventually fell asleep from following their seductive and mesmerizing movements.  Festus awoke to find a short, stocky woman with a club raised above her head kneeling on the bed.  He half-dodged, but a hard blow was still delivered to his forehead.  A sinister cackling followed the woman as she scurried out of the waiting harem, while Festus stumbled around rubbing a large knot that was forming.  In the process of feeling his forehead, Festus noticed that his formerly bushy eyebrows had also been shaved while he was passed out.  He was also beginning to wonder if the cackling sound was his mind playing tricks on him.

Festus angrily staggered out of the room and into the main hall; head swiveling around in search of the anonymous head bonker.  He bumbled into Ramases, who said, “Festus my friend!  How are you?  I like the new look, I always felt that those eyebrows were holding you back!  My friend you know we have the latest Silver Nefertiti in stock all ready for you to ride home!  I've added leather reign-grips and silver wheelbearings just for you!  The African ironwood we used will hold up forever, but it will even further last you into the afterlife with our rotproofing…which we can tack-on for a very small-” Festus held up his hand and said, “Your harem attendants are sneaky joke-sirens that need to be put in their place.  My father is the master scribe for the Pharaoh's brother!  I will not tolerate-“ and was himself was cut off by Ramases who countered, “Festus my friend, relax!  Let me show you the Nefertiti.”  They both moved to the chariot lot.  On the way, Festus stumbled over an old carriage harness which seemed to appear from nowhere.  He regained his footing coming away with only a slight ankle sprain, and once again a brief cackling laugh could be heard.

The Silver Nefertiti model chariot was an impressive piece of engineering.  Festus nodded approvingly as he examined every inch, and then he casually said, “50 gold pieces.”  Ramases exclaimed, “You take food right from my children's mouths!  75 gold pieces.”  The rich nobleman eyeballed the wooden spokes on the right wheel and queried, “Are these spokes steam bent?”  The Chariot store owner said, “Yes of course my friend!  Ok, it will bring much hardship to my family, but 67 gold pieces.”  Festus and Ramases embraced to finalize the transaction.  Rather than have a charioteer deliver the Nefertiti to his house, Festus opted to drive it home personally.

The upper-crust nobleman was cruising along in his new chariot when suddenly there was a loud bang from underneath, and then both wheels went flying in opposite directions and the front harness snapped off - which sent the horses running off into the distance.  Festus bashed his nose on the top of the chariot due to the sudden stop.  From the metal body of the now broken and immobile chariot, Festus looked towards the sky and shook his fists while cursing Ramases and his entire family lineage dating all the way back to the Old Kingdom.  The incensed nobleman then opened the built-in safebox and began examining the sales parchment for any guarantees.  A raucous cackling interrupted his study, and now before him was a huge creature with a donkey's head, a monkey's body, and large chicken wings protruding from a scaly back.  The monstrosity was holding a multi-colored Jester's whip.  Festus exclaimed, “By the eyes of Anubis!  YOU are responsible for my ill fortunes!”  YUCKHOTEP loudly cackled and then began wildly dancing around.  Festus turned and escaped in the direction of a nearby pyramid that was under construction.

Keeping his head ducked low, Festus scampered through the pyramid and eventually found himself in one of the chambers designed to house the Pharaohs treasury.  He was very sure that YUCKHOTEP had been summoned by the foul smelling soldier, and knew that bad luck would follow until the curse was lifted.  He ducked into a small antechamber, and heard what sounded like the snap of a spring-loaded trap.  Pain emanated from his rear-end, and Festus looked behind him to see two large spiked caltrops embedded in each of his butt-cheeks.  The disembodied sound of cackling could be heard as he ran screaming into an iron maiden, which in a rare stroke of luck, happened to be closed.  While lying face-down on the sandstone floor, Festus attempted to pry the caltrops from his behind and quickly gave up on the undertaking due to extreme pain.  Slowly rising from the floor, Festus evaluated his options and decided to backtrack to the entrance of the pyramid.  On the lookout for mantraps, he carefully made his way through the narrow, dusty passageways and corridors.

Upon reaching the main entrance, Festus scanned the area surrounding the pyramid for any sign of the freakish deity that had been haunting him.  It appeared that the creature was gone.  With a defeated sigh, Festus swallowed his pride and made a silent prayer/plea to YUCKHOTEP.  He noticed a limestone deliveryman heading back to town, and Festus was able to hitch a ride for a single gold piece.


The soldier was filing his helmet when Festus approached.  He looked up at the haggard nobleman and saw that his former ridiculer was covered in mud, with a broken, bloodied nose and a huge bump on his now eyebrow-less forehead.  From a side-view, the soldier could see metal spikes firmly embedded in Festus's behind.  The beaten-down nobleman threw a bag of gold coins on the ground next to the soldier, who paused his helmet honing just long enough to blow metal filings all over Festus's torn and muddy linen skirt.  The soldier returned to his work while Festus stood there with his shoulders slumped.  Several minutes passed, and the once-proud nobleman leaned against a tree next to the soldier.  Festus picked up a pair of leather arm bracers, and began wiping the bloodstains off with a rag.  The soldier smiled, respectfully nodded in the nobleman's direction, and began reciting a curse-removal incantation.

Not started yet, anyone know if completing main quest locks you out of the game like fallout 3 did pre dlc?

I don't recall which review mentioned this, but I've read that you can keep going after the main quest. 

What, you finished it in a half day ? ? ?

I think he is kidding.

I've got Fallout 4 preloaded and I'm pumped!  Fallout 2 was my favorite by a mile, but I've enjoyed the new breed (FO3 and FO:NV) as well.

On VATS...I kinds of like it to be timed, as it feels weird to have unlimited time in the midst of a gunfight to decide which body part to shoot.