No Silent Nights: A Christmas Apocalypse


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Event Details

price: $50 Pre-Registration
$65 Walkon Registration
$50 - $85 Paint (field paint only)
when: January 22nd - 7th 2015
where: Combat Zone Oroville, California
what:
  • 14 Hours Day Play split amongst 2 days of play and 4 Hours of Night Play w/Lighted Areas on Saturday night.
  • Free Unlimited HPA Air 4500 refills to keep that paint flying.
  • Multiple Raffles through out the weekend upping your odds at winning something awesome!.
  • Vendors in case you forgot something.
  • The best West Coast Onsite Camping, warm showers, grass, shade, and even river access.
  • We will even have Warm Food, Warm Drinks and a Pancake Breakfast
status: Pre Reg Open! - View Status

Event Story (short)

The bombs dropped, millions died, the planet was ravaged by earthquakes, shark filled tornadoes and it also got really cold for a bit, but none of that really matters to our story. What matters are the children, at least thats all that mattered to our hero, Old Nick. You see, Old Nick lost his sainthood about 10 years into the thick of it. When he took down an entire skyscraper-factory full of cannibal elves trying to corner the toy market. Old Nick took the whole end of the world 80% of the population dead thing kind of hard. He slumped into depression, stopped eating his sweets, and even stopped making his yearly rounds. He also stopped caring for his reindeer and looking after his elves. This choice would bring into effect a change in the world far worse than the initial bombs dropping or even the shark filled tornadoes. With no Milk and Cookies coming in, the elves looked elsewhere for their leadership. It was Tingles the Elf who took that role and divided the lines, taking with him many of Old Nick’s most trusted and valued companions. Christmas would never be the same. There will be No Silent Nights.

Event Itinerary

FRIDAY
  • 3 pm Check In Open
  • 4 pm PUG's - Open Field
  • 6 pm CCM 3-Man Pump Tourney
  • 8 pm Prop Check In
  • 10 pm Field Should be Closing

  • SATURDAY
  • 7 am Check In Opens
  • 7 am Breakfast
  • 8 am Captains Meeting
  • 9 am Event Briefing / Pre-Reg Giveaway
  • 10 am GAME ON
  • 12 pm Pistol Deathmatch
  • 1 pm Lunch Break
  • 2 pm GAME ON
  • 6 pm Dinner Break
  • 8 pm Night Briefing / Saturday Raffle
    (all players get 1 ticket at morning briefing, additional tickets can be purchased)
  • 8:15 pm NIGHT GAME ON
  • 12 am Night Game Raffle

  • SUNDAY
  • 8 am Check In Opens
  • 8 am Breakfast
  • 9 am Sunday Briefing
  • 10 am GAME ON
  • 3 pm Break
  • 3:30 pm Final Battle
  • 4 pm Awards / Points / Sunday Raffle
    (all players get 1 ticket at morning briefing, additional tickets can be purchased)
  • The bombs dropped, millions died, the planet was ravaged by earthquakes, shark filled tornadoes and it also got really cold for a bit, but none of that really matters to our story. What matters are the children, at least thats all that mattered to our hero, Old Nick. You see, Old Nick lost his sainthood about 10 years into the thick of it. When he took down an entire skyscraper-factory full of cannibal elves trying to corner the toy market. Old Nick took the whole end of the world 80% of the population dead thing kind of hard. He slumped into depression, stopped eating his sweets, and even stopped making his yearly rounds. He also stopped caring for his reindeer and looking after his elves. This choice would bring into effect a change in the world far worse than the initial bombs dropping or even the shark filled tornadoes. With no Milk and Cookies coming in, the elves looked elsewhere for their leadership. It was Tingles the Elf who took that role and divided the lines, taking with him many of Old Nick’s most trusted and valued companions. Christmas would never be the same. There will be No Silent Nights.

    Little did the rest of the world know, but long long long ago, Santa had come across the elves living on their own far in the north. They were vicious little monsters tearing each other apart for their next meal. Neighboring tribes stuck in constant warfare, not over land or wealth, but for each others flesh. But amongst all the elves chaos and strife Old Nick had noticed the amazing detail in which their weapons were constructed, and their homes built. Old Nick had always been a toy maker, but his new business plan was forcing him to look for a work force to hand the majority of the labor too. He saw this workforce in the elves. It took a few tries. Blitzen had to create a few bloody piles of elves, but eventually they begun to except Old Nick or at least they stopped attacking him out of fear. Old Nick would try to bring peace to the tribes, he figured that food would be the answer to their single driving question. What was their next meal? After all they lived in a wasteland of snow. The elves were the only source of food. He brought in roast beasts, vegetables of every shape size and color, breads and cheeses. The elves would try out of respect for the man that could command the deer to stomp them, but they instantly spit the offerings out and made sour faces. It wasn’t until one day that Old Nick had sat down to eat his lunch packed by the Misses that the answer nearly tore him to bits. She had included a bottle of fresh milk and some cookies baked the night before. In a matter of seconds the elves had swarmed Old Nick. The smell of the milk and cookies had set them off and they went ballistic. They ravaged Old Nick once the milk and cookies had been consumed trying to find more. They tore his clothes off and some even had begun tearing into Old Nick’s flesh. Two lesser deer lost their lives getting Old Nick off the ground and Rudolph had even lost his nose in the clash.

    After patching up his reindeer and providing Rudolph with a prosthetic nose Old Nick spent a few nights devising a plan. Mrs. Clause would bake and bake and bake, making as many cookies as she could, and all the cows would be milked. The sleighs would be loaded with the milk, cookies and plenty of building supplies. Old Nick was setting up shop in the north pole. He wanted to convert the entire race to his control and do so without bloodshed. He even had a plan to keep the milk and cookies coming. After all he knew that asking Mrs. Clause to keep up this much baking would just result in him sleeping on the couch, and he liked Mrs. Clause’s *ahem* milk and cookies just a bit more than being the world leader in the toy market.

    Old Nick chose the North Pole as his beachhead and what would be his future base of operations. They landed and within the hour the tribes had begun to ascend upon them. Old Nick and his crew were surrounded. They quickly begun to present the elves with the milk and cookies but they could not keep up with the flow, there was just too many elves coming in. Old Nick had made a mistake and he knew it. Acting quickly he looked to the swarming masses for something that stood out, anything that could pull his ass outta the fire and he found it. Amongst all the chaos stood a group of elves that were defending what they had been given instead of just consuming and fighting for more they were holding fast, and they were organized. They had a leader and they seemed to follow his orders. Old Nick ordered his reindeer to smash a clear path to this group of elves, for in them he saw his future. These elves would not only assist in this very moment but they would run his toy shops and keep the others in line. Old Nick strolled through the madness as his reindeer put down countless elves around him. To the chief of the tribe, Shinny Upatree, he offered not only a giant bag of cookies and plenty of milk to go with it, but also an extended hand and his friendship. Shinny took a minute and seemingly understood what was happening, the old fat guy was taking over and this was his power play. Shinny knew he could either get on board or be buried in a pile of himself by a reindeer hoof in the snow. The offer was accepted and with the combined might of Shinnies tribe and the Old Nick’s reindeer order was put into place. The leader of every tribe was killed off and it was declared they would be the last elves to be eaten. Old Nick and Shinny devoured them all thus declaring themselves and the leaders of the tribes.

    A few months passed and the initial supply of milk and cookies was coming to an end, but as Old Nick had planned, Christmas was right around the corner and his toy-shops had been built. The elves had all stepped into line amazingly well. Happy to put their pasts behind them and live this new easy life that wasn’t filled with constant hunger and warfare. This is where the rest of Old Nicks plan would come into play. Once again his sleighs would be precariously over-packed and he would go into battle with his reindeer. This time however he wouldn't be transporting milk, cookies, and building materials, this time he was transporting toys. And he wouldn’t be looking to enslave a race, he just wanted new customers. He planned to visit each house in the world where he would check for children, if there was a child in the house he would add them to his list and put a single toy for each child under the tree. The first year he also left a note. The note read:

    Merry Christmas,

    You have been visited by Old Saint Nick, world renowned toy maker. I have left you with a small gift. If you find that you like the gift please, come this time next year leave some milk and cookies in exchange for some more gifts. The first one is on me, but the second is going to cost you.

    May your holidays be filled with joy,
    Old Saint Nick
    North Pole

    Year after year passed and Old Nick took to the skies. The houses and children that provided him with milk and cookies he provided with toys. It was a simple exchange of goods and it was working great. Sure there was the occasional household that had no payment but of course still wanted the goods. These kids were put on the Naughty List and were not revisited the next year. It was a smooth business model, at least until everything went to shit and the world decided to try and rid itself of the transients that clung to its shell.

    In his moment of depression and weakness he had forgotten about the arrangement with the elves. He had forgotten about their cannibalistic past. Or perhaps he just didn’t care. Regardless, the elves had begun eating themselves again, stocks were running out and they were becoming scared of what was seemingly around the corner for them. New tribes were formed and chiefs fought for power. Shinny and those loyal to him and Old Nick no longer were in control, they were simply fighting to keep themselves and Old Nick alive. Most the elves wanted to leave the North Pole but doing so was nearly impossible. They would attempt raids from time to time trying to snatch the remaining resources. In these raids the rouge elves would sometimes snatch a sleigh and abduct a reindeer. This is where things became bad. The elves now had the ability to colonize. They forced their way in to the rest of the world and even in its current state of destruction, nothing but a flicker of its future glory the elves saw more than they had ever imagined. Some groups simply took pleasure and satisfaction in returning to their old tribalistic way, Killing and eating their way through this new world. Other tribes however took what they had learned from their time with Old Nick and set up shop for themselves. They found that the world still had children and their parents would still exchange milk and cookies for toys. These tribes turned into corporations. For a time there was peace between the groups but as every corporation desires, they wanted growth and growth meant taking someone else market share. This brought about the corporate toy wars and since the elves had now found technology they were no longer fighting with sticks, rocks and their claws. They now fought with fully automatic assault rifles, automated drones and explosives with enough force to take down entire city blocks. To top it off they still ate each other whenever they got a chance.

    During this time Rudolph had had been acting as recon, just quietly observing what was happening and the progress of the corporate elves. He took all this information to the remaining reindeer and elves that were still loyal to Old Nick and as a collective, they were growing tired of their leaders pitiful self loathing and could stand by no longer as the elves destroyed any chance for rebuilding. Blitzen and Shinny burst into Old Nicks office unannounced and without a knock at the door. They were greeted to obscenities and thrown objects. Blitzen smashed into Old Nick and set him to the floor placing a hoof on his chest to hold him down as Shinny gave it to him straight, “The elves that hit mainland have set up shop, they have your customers and even worse they don't mind killing those customers if they happen to get in the way of the tribal squabbles. This is your fault. The world needs you, the North Pole needs you, and we need you. Get off your ass and lets go take care of some business.”

    At that moment Mrs. Clause, who had been waiting protectively in the ‘doorway, shotgun in hand, stepped forward and set a large cookie pulled from her apron on Old Nicks desk, “There is more of my milk and cookies in store for you old man, just get this done. Get your elves back under control. Be the man I choose so long ago.”

    Old Nick pushed Blitzen’s hoof from his chest and reached a hand out to Shinny to help him off the ground. He had lost nearly all his weight, down to maybe one hundred sixty pounds. His red and white jacket and pants hadn’t been changed in years. They were soiled and filthy hanging off of him and were no longer red nor white. He took the shotgun from the misses and collected his words choking on the first few as he hadn't spoken in a few months, “Bli-err- *cough* Blitzen gather the deer, Shinny gather the elves. Mrs. Clause,” he paused a single tear rolling from his eyes as they met hers “if you would be so kind to pack us a lunch and get your war clothes on, we have some cannibalistic-corporate-toy-making-elves to put into place. Oh and maybe to rinse the crap out of my pants, Blitzen made me shat myself.”




    Corporate Might
    Color: green
    General: Tingles the Elf
    XO: Alabaster Snowball the Elf
    Medic: Hermey the Elf
    Engineer: Wunorse Openslae the Elf
    Demolitions: Yukon Cornelius
    Santa's Right
    Color: red
    General: Old Nick
    XO: Shinny Upatree the Elf
    Medic: Mrs Clause
    Engineer: Bushy Evergreen the Elf
    Demolitions: Blitzen
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