MBob, previously the greatest A.I shiny metallic Christmas bauble ever, and now little more than a slightly oddball member of The Rabbit & Marley Crime Fighting Fraternity, and committed advocate of The Free State of Christmas, is depressed. With Christmas Day fast approaching, someone, or something, is going to have to try and cheer M.Bob, aka The Bauble, up.

It's almost Christmas Day in Christmas Town NYC again, and every New Yorker knows The Fairy Catcher was trapped inside the hard-light snow globe dome The Anti-Christmas has imprisoned New York City within. With a billion fairies loose in the city, someone's going to have to do something about it. But who?

From out of nothing and nowhere appears Ghost Five, in the grip of a magic mushroom deluge, lost in the middle of some deep dark jungle infested it would seem with madness, magic, and miracles. Though he has little memory of the rabbit hole that brought him here, it would appear he has arrived. Reality itself in question, the mushrooms a madness, haunted by laughing Buddha, Ghost Five resigns himself to seeing how much of his sanity he can salvage. Whatever the outcome, its sure to be one hell of a bad trip.

From out of nothing and nowhere appears Ghost Six, in the grip of a laughing Buddha, lost in the middle of some deep dark tiger infested jungle in Thailand. Though he as yet has no memory of it, it would appear he's gone on holiday by mistake. His life suddenly in his hands, if not the jungle's, or the grip of the laughing Buddha, his fight for the very survival of his sanity has begun. All that remains to be seen is what will kill him first? Himself? The jungle? Or the laughing Buddha, that may very well have stolen his mind already. However it all plays out, its sure to be one hell of a...

According to The Reverend Dice, "The End of The World is Bligh." Must be that time of the year again. As a point of fact, it is that time of the year again. Another interesting point of fact is this, the first sentient species upon Planet Christmas to actually notice there's a giant flaming cupcake on its way to wipe out all life on Erf, and probably destroy the planet, are the Teddy Bears. The Teddy Bear in question, being a hard core gung-ho GI marine, calls it as he sees it, a meteorite, just so as not to give the goddamn elves the satisfaction.

WWII, with Wizards, as seen through the eyes of Private Alabama Phoenix Twain and one day in the life thereof, in a Magical Enchanted Fairy tale forest in Germany. There will be Wizards. There will be war. There will be blood. Guts, guns, grenades, Germans. Get some