Even if you don’t like Halloween you have to appreciate its position as the sole thing keeping Christmas from advancing even earlier into the year like a cancerous growth
The goth kids hold the line.
You all spend so much time on Christmas and ignore Independance Day’s unchecked expansion, with fireworks going off as early as May and not going away as late as October.
i’ll be honest, i’m real tempted to put together concepts for a miniatures wargame based on this.
that could be awesome actually…. do iiiit >:3
FAR ABOVE the world, always on the opposite side of the clouds from where you are looking, the young at heart and the blind stinking drunk alike may find the wonder that is Holidayland. A vast network of floating islands kept aloft by the imagination of humanity (as well as elephants, dogs, assorted primates, and a single particularly clever iguana), Holidayland is both the result of and the source of holiday Cheer. The little people who inhabit these islands live and work to fuel the wonder of human holidays, their very existence creating the magic that turns an absurd pair of socks into appropriately festive garb, and makes food you would normally never eat seem like a reasonable decision. Every human holiday from Groundhog Day to Talk Like A Pirate Day and back to nameless ancient celebrations of the seasonal migrations of mastodons is represented somewhere in the skies above our world, embodied by whole cities and even nations of little elves, gnomes, and wights.
Or at least, that’s how it ought to be.
Long ago, the islands that make up what is now United Crimbo included the countries of Jul and Natalia, living in relative peace with neighboring holidays. But in recent generations, new leadership arose that responded to diminishing resources—and the spread of plagues like the Gimmies—by venturing further and further west into warmer lands. Or, for the portions of United Crimbo that hang over Australia, somewhere a bit less miserably hot than islands of eternal midsummer.
While Jul, Natalia, and their neighbors resisted the harsh climate of their homelands by clinging to festivity and celebrations of light, the growing conflict over resources and territory has led outsiders to see Crimbo as a nation of zealots and firebrands who mean to impose their way of life on all other holidays. This is unfair, insist the Crimbies; they simply wish to spread a warm spirit and goodwill throughout Holidayland, making a fair exchange in return for all the Cheer they provide.
That, they say, is why they are setting up camps and seizing islands in the late autumnal region of Blotmoon. Amidst the squelch of smashing pumpkins and the warbling shrieks of terrorized turkeys, elfish cavalry ride armored reindeer at the direction of nutcracker knights and lash-wielding Belsnickels and Krampuses. Above it all, the all-seeing eyes of Santa’s Helpers monitor battlefields for opportunities, their absolutist morals designating all opposition as Naughty.
All of this brings the Hallows to the battlefields of Blotmoon. Originating in the eastern reaches of Winterfylleth, the Hallows are peoples of the darkening chill of the year, embodied in an obsession with the grim and eerie. From broom-riding witches leading companies of caterwauls, hocuses, and pocuses, to all kinds of ghosts, ghouls, and goblins, they embody Cheer through Fear, striking at the onslaught of Crimbo with fast, light attacks from the air and underground.
The Hallows insist that they fight a thanksgivingless battle against Crimbo, even as they extend back into the Septembrealm to build their own forces; as the holiday war continues, those caught between the opposing forces question whether either one may be truly said to be in the right. Small bands of pilgrim fairies, hammer-wielding Hanukkah shreteles, and revolutionary Kwanzaa vizimwi alike seek to free their islands from the influence of other holidays, as the battles range further afield and draw in even more lands into the conflict.