Entre Hombres Y Lobos

Entremés: Lore for Santa Claus

¡Hey chavales! Aprovechen estos pocos momentos de español porque este capítulo estará solo escrito en Inglés para un servidor de Discord en el que formo parte, donde se escriben historias de fondo para cada uno roles.
Como ya lo dirá el título, este es un lore para Santa Claus: Su rol es de un aldeano normal que puede realizar dos acciones:
Enviar un "Ho,Ho,Ho!" a todo los jugadores o regalar el objeto frontal "Santa" a un jugador muerto, pero aún conectado en el servidor. De todos modos, el sigue siendo un aldeano sin mucho que hacer, pero con un gran corazón, incluso para las fieras que azotan al pueblo, dándole esperanza a las épocas de la navidad.
Sin mucho que agregar, ¡espero que la disfruten! Good luck and stay safe!
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Sunday, December 21st, 1919
Journal from Mr. Oliver Joy
Location:?????
Dear journal:
I've always loved winter for a lot of reasons: cold weather, snow, and the most important of it, the happiness of finally knowing Christmas is near. And even though Christmas ends in December, my love for Christmas has always been there since I discovered it.

However, it always hasn't been great for everyone: my people when I was a child suffered, just a town made up of 90 people that was recently increasing until it got to 300, dying of hunger, coldness due to the harsh weather, and even beast attacks from the forest: from bear attacks to creatures that aren't supposed to exist.

People started to starve since the beggining of autumn, since food only could be farmed properly every spring and summer. Thank God I didn't suffered that, but that doesn't mean I was concerned about my people. That's why I worked hard during the farming season, hoping someday I'll see all those people happy and satisfied with every they needed.

Needless to say, it didn't work: the harsh conditions weren't good enough to make food properly grow from our soils; it was a miracle when we saw half of our cultives grew and could be gathered for food! Then I had another idea: cattle rising, we could make food from plants and fruits, but if we wanted to make enough food for people we sadly need to kill animals and hunt them.

I didn't have other option: I started a part time job as a herdsman when I became 14 years old near the farms from my family. At first, it helped, although, not for a long of time. Other problems rose up, ones I never expected coming: wars, illnesses and beasts.

War and illnesses could be easily explained by science, but those ravaging creatures couldn't be explained without involving mythology and religion. Now, I'll explain this as "the men hunting": This period started due to recent attacks on people who lived on the town, survivors declared that "wolves" were trying to kill them every night, each of them being a different victim. The priest of our town came to the conclusion with the help of our beast hunter that those beasts were nothing more and nothing less than werewolves: people who were cursed to every night turn into a ravaging wolf and rampage anyone who crosses ways with it.

To make things worse, there were also criminals going mad and killing in different ways: stabs, fire, bombs, technology, dark magic or even being eaten alive during nights; I even heard of a sect and creatures called "zombies". Our town went from a pacific town of 300 inhabitants to a ravaging hell that killed a lot of people!

Why I didn't became mad and killed like them? Easy, I still had hope on myself. I still believe that one day we'll be happy telling each other stories as a normal family, believing that even though problems are there, we are there to help each other, just like my idol: Santa Claus. That old guy that seemed to be happy living there in the North Pole with elves that worked day and night to make toys for children all around the world! I really love how open-hearted they are, that's why I still hanging myself to life, and thankfully, not hanging dead like the people who were accused by people called "seers".

Now those times were over, leaving at least 115 people dead by being hanged or mislynched, including my father and my aunt who were accused thanks to a wolf shaman and an illusionist accusing them; and 90 were mauled, killed or suicided all throughout this living hell: just 95 people were left. Those were very dark times for the town. At least we could protect the president and the mayor, but also some people like the red lady or the mediun died.

50 years have now passed from those dark times: I got myself a job as a villager during most of the year! However, I also achieved something else: I got myself the role of Santa! Each December, I deliver presents all around the town, childs and families being happy just makes me so proud. Most people rejoice on their money, status or on their power; I just rejoice making a normal life and helping people being happy.

Nevertheless, happy times faded away again when a strange pest arrived from the far lands of Europe, killing almost all the population who was here. We protected each other staying at homes and trying to keep our hygiene safety at the top of our concerns. Obviously, food again was starting to decay and somewhat felt that something is repeating here: the season, the food, the people dying, i-it is repeating again..?

I'm just writing telling you this because I think I'll be going mad now! Those creatures arrived again, but I don't fear them now! Somewhat, I feel sad for them since killing is not the answer. I think there's no need for lynching anybody, even though they deserve it. I just can't stand anymore, other children and people think the same.

Today, we only are 16 left in this town, the lowest population we had in 50 years since that incident happened. However, I'm not giving up to be corrupted by madness. I'll demostrate them that even in the middle of this pest and death, there's a spark for joy and happiness. This year I'm going to make sure that people enjoy their Christmas after all this war and horror; even if they're rich or poor, even if they're woke up or asleep, even if they're good or bad, even if they're alive or dead.

Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas.