Day 25
And so Tiny Tim, who did NOT die, found in Scrooge a second father.
…too bad they lived in fucking Westeros where you were lucky if you didn't get killed by a mule with a honeycomb stuck up its ass that was racing out of a brothel. And if you DID live you still had a long, horrible life.
So while he lived Tiny Tim envied the dead… who would soon march upon the living.
Merry Christmas.
Please don't ask me to do this again next year.
Or I will find all NEW ways to kill Tiny Tim.