The Exponential Apocalypse Holiday Special, Part Five
“I suppose you deserve that much,” said Santa Claus, dragging a coffee table through the gremlin sludge and resting his behemoth buttocks on top of it. “I take it you …
The Exponential Apocalypse Holiday Special, Part Four
The Krampus stood, snarling, in the center of the hotel lobby, clawed hands out, one foot on the Pagan Celebration Tree. The beast was surrounded by broken furniture, jagged shards …
The Exponential Apocalypse Holiday Special, Part Three
The women stood in the lobby of the Secaucus Holiday Inn, a small pond of melted Snowmen splashing against their ankles. Slushy piles of Snow Goons were dragging themselves toward …