C&C Holiday Gift Exchange -- CONCLUSION

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Hello everyone!

THIS IS THE CONCLUSION OF THE HOLIDAY GIFT EXCHANGE.

It's Christmas and this means all the Holiday Gift Exchange participants will have to give their gifts away soon. Soon being relative because the exchange date is still the 6th, no worry! I just wanted this up for Christmas because of the atmosphere and all :)

How this is going to work:

1) Every participant has to answer that entry with their personal journal.
2) Before or on January 6th, find your giftee's comment and answer with your own personal journal, giving them their gift. You can do that in advance if you wish to.

After the 6th, I will look at who didn't get a gift and start harassing their gifters. You are being warned. And I will be mean this time around.

Happy Holidays to everyone!

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Part 1/? oh god this is really long sorry

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It was almost Christmas in the City, and the entire place was bristling with holiday cheer—the lampposts were strung with garland, wreaths were mounted to the doorways, and Tony Stark would be struggling with an eggnog problem until January. But at least one relic of autumn remained: Rorschach, quite undead, had been stumbling all over the place for almost a month now.

Rorschach had actually been a zombie since October, when he’d been bitten by an infected policeman during Halloween and turned shortly thereafter. The reason Rorschach hadn’t been cured by the Powers That Be is the exact same reason nobody else had thought to help him—it wasn’t that they didn’t care; it was just that nobody had goddamn noticed.

Actually, Carnage had noticed. Because Carnage had just stabbed him several times, and he was still shambling around as if nothing had happened. Lest anybody mistake this for heroics, it wasn’t. Carnage had just been watching Matlock in his trailer, when somebody next door had started screaming. Irate (the volume didn’t go high enough to cover up the yowling), he grabbed a knife and walked out the door, certain that somebody was going to die. When he saw Rorschach trying to chew up Mrs. Junctivitus, he figured that he was as good as anything, and stabbed him.

And now, Rorschach was wandering around with a knife in his head. Carnage would have killed him earlier, but the handle had gotten tangled on a clothesline, and now it was sort of like he had a zombie dog run in the trailer park, which was fucking amazing. Unfortunately, by the time the commotion had died down Matlock was over, and he was back to being pissed.

“Bullseye!” He screeched. “Gitcher ass out here! I got somethin’ needs shooting!”

Bullseye stumbled out in his boxer shorts into the sunlight and stood amidst the pink flamingoes. “The fuck is that?!”

“Goddamn zombie,” Carnage said. “Shoot it, wouldja? I’m missing TV.”

“That looks like Rorschach.”

“It is Rorschach!”

“Then how come you said he was a zombie?”

“I stabbed him in the head five times, and he’s still walkin’ around. Would you fucking vaporize his head? What the fuck’m I payin’ you for?”

“You don’t.”

“An’ this is why!”

As Mrs. Junctivitus slowly slipped back into her trailer and away from the gay super-villain domestic disturbance, the two continued to argue about how exactly to handle the Ex-Rorschach that was tied up in the yard until they were disrupted by a young voice.

“Oh my goodness gracious!”

“Fuck. Me.” Carnage growled as Mary Marvel came running down the pathway, her cape and hair streaming behind her.

“Mr. Rorschach! I have been looking all over for him!” She cried, screeching to a halt between him and the two villains. “Oh goodness, what happened?”

“He tried eating somebody,” Carnage said. “I couldn’t hear Matlock.”

“You stabbed him?!” Mary shrieked. “Why would you do that?”

“How fucking deaf are you? I just told you, I couldn’t hear Matlock!”