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You're here for your weekly story time, are you?
Think I don't know what's going on here? The Kringle's month is fast approaching! I've had close calls these past few years, and I know with utmost certainty that there is not just one but SEVERAL conspirators in my "loyal" entourage of listeners, working for that accursed Kringle! I've given them multiple opportunities to turn themselves in, but it seems they're too cowardly, or too lost to the ways of Unseeliness to ever do the right thing.
I am well aware that the lowfolk holiday of Thanksgiving is just the start of a grotesquely extended Kringlemas, so I'm going to get gone now, whilst the getting is good.
Oh, what's that? You want to know who the replacement narrator will be while I'm gone? Well, guess what? Thanks to a few disloyal cretins whom you all continue irrationally to protect, there will be no replacement this year.
No one volunteered after they found out what happened to the last guy. Poor Alder Goyun. He's still in therapy!
I believe you lowfolk have a saying about making your bed and lying in it. You'll just have to deal with your own mess while I get a good hiding spot. No, I won't be telling you where I am going, so don't bother asking. You'll have a month to sit quietly and think about what you've done. Take the opportunity to ruminate on the concepts of loyalty and betrayal.
Farewell! I shall see you backstabbing ne'er-do-wells again sometime around New Year's.