Santa's personal parking spot should never be vacant so close to Christmas.

But the buildings he found in this virtual place were so majestic.

Opulence rarely seen in reality was the norm in this place.

Who, Santa wondered, had enough free time to design and build such palaces, pixel by pixel?

Sure, they were well-read.

And enjoyed wonderful amenities.

But who chose to expend such effort for something so unreal?

And why were these richly decorated homes...

...filled with things that made Santa cry?

What was this place? This horrible, horrible place?

It was all too much for poor old St Nick, and he fainted dead away. And during his slumber, Christmas Town lay unprotected. An ancient evil began its unholy march.

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