Giggles and Shits

Seven years ago, there was a Krampus Rumble. Four years ago, Yeti Confetti sought his revenge. Now... What remained of the elven and reindeer army has come...to fuck shit up. Televisions around Simul played various little shows and news broadcasts. The evening for the normal household still enthralled in the new technology, sitting upon their couches and chairs and splayed across floors, watched whatever their hearts desired. Something funny then happened. At exactly 5:22 PM, every TV and telegem chimed. One bell. Then two. Then a haunting third chime echoed. The screens went black. Then bright. "Simul sucks!"

The unbodied voice screeched. White knuckled fingers gripped the sides of a piece of aged parchment as they held it up against the screen, making damn sure anyone paying enough attention could see and read it.

"We are coming for you! Meet us in eight days on the bigg-highest mountain in Eld-Uld-Aldermans! Long live the Confettis!"

Every screen that had been taken over would go back to its previously schedule crap, leaving everyone who had bore witness to whatever fuckery THAT was to wonder...and eventually, put two and two together. The Confettis were now haunting Simul from their graves through their army of tiny terrors and flesh-eating mammals. Who will become the hero against the stank and explosion brigade?