From time to time, one of Santa's elves will cracks. Whether it is from the stress of working around the clock or hearing Christmas carols croak from their coworkers constantly, some of Santa's elves will break, their mind crumbling like dry cookie dough. These now Feral Elves, or Felfs, will run far from the horrors of Santa's Workshop and into the wilderness. Many die in those first few days. The Felfs that do make it will use their guile to hide in the floorboards and couch cushions of a house. Many say Felfs are a blessing. They are rarely noticed, eat crumbs and keep pests at bay. Many say they are a bad omen, claiming they radiate evil, making you misbehave which puts you on the naughty list. No one has ever seen a group of Felfs, yet here before me I see three Felfs. Peppermint Miraclewarmth, Cinnamon Happyfeast, and Alabaster Busyglove all together working on what appears to be a manifesto. I could make out a chapter called: "The Elf God's Every Orifice Will Ooze Blood and Drown the World." They refused to share any more details, but they did want to show me their demo.

Drums: Peppermint

Keys: Cinnamon

Noise: Alabaster

Excerpt from Magizoologist Avon's journal.

released December 30, 2022