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Merry Christmas!
A freshly finished carbon steel cutter.
It is 28.5 cm / 11.5 inches long with a 16 cm /6.3 inches long blade, which I forged of 5160. The handle is full tang, made of stabilized burl.
In a parallel universe:
Day 1: something's not quite right. I can't really tell what's off, but the employees are behaving stranger than usual. Must keep an eye on them. Can't let them go unsatisfied with the working conditions, after all.
Day 4: something's definitely fishy! Today, I caught one of them not taking a break! Unbelievable! What will become of this establishment if we can keep the deadline?
Day 7: the situation deteriorated further. Today these sweet little things went on a strike. They do not want to get payed. Couldn't believe my ears. What's next?
Day 11: they are getting more and more adorable. First they started comforting me with jokes, than one of them gave a gingerbread man to me with an unbelievable icing on it. I didn't know what to make of all this so I locked myself into the office, just in case.
Day 16: the factory floor is full of them, the assembly lines have are rushing raster than even, turning out toys at an unbelievable rate. They are running amongst the machines with a busy but still joyous face. Seems to me that they are gaining a more and more rigorous work ethic. I also ran out of milk two days ago, and the cookies will only last a few more days at best. Might resort to eating licorice. Yuck!
Day 18: the great hall is teaming with life, they are getting more numerous by the hour. Even the ones on a holiday leave decided to come in and take up their work. I hear strange noises form the vents. Disturbing!
Day 19: no more licorice left.
Day 21: one of them jumped out from the vent! Managed to whack him with a huge candy cane. Little bugger wanted to give me treats He had that happy smile on its face, even in death. Haunting to say the least. I will make a run for the hangar tomorrow.
Day 23: yes, I have made it! The vehicle is still intact and the automatons kept the animals well. Will try to shut down the reactor core underneath, before I leave. The freezing polar conditions will make short work of these grining imbeciles as soon as the temperature drops below zero.
System log: reactor core unstable of unknown reasons. System failure and core meltdown imminent.
Day 24: all set. Deer in place, sled on track. Flight suit on (wish it wasn't red thou)
All I have to do is cut the last cooling tubes and make a run for it. Damn it! They're on to me. Well, I won't go down without a fight. Where's my knife???
A freshly finished carbon steel cutter.
It is 28.5 cm / 11.5 inches long with a 16 cm /6.3 inches long blade, which I forged of 5160. The handle is full tang, made of stabilized burl.
In a parallel universe:
Day 1: something's not quite right. I can't really tell what's off, but the employees are behaving stranger than usual. Must keep an eye on them. Can't let them go unsatisfied with the working conditions, after all.
Day 4: something's definitely fishy! Today, I caught one of them not taking a break! Unbelievable! What will become of this establishment if we can keep the deadline?
Day 7: the situation deteriorated further. Today these sweet little things went on a strike. They do not want to get payed. Couldn't believe my ears. What's next?
Day 11: they are getting more and more adorable. First they started comforting me with jokes, than one of them gave a gingerbread man to me with an unbelievable icing on it. I didn't know what to make of all this so I locked myself into the office, just in case.
Day 16: the factory floor is full of them, the assembly lines have are rushing raster than even, turning out toys at an unbelievable rate. They are running amongst the machines with a busy but still joyous face. Seems to me that they are gaining a more and more rigorous work ethic. I also ran out of milk two days ago, and the cookies will only last a few more days at best. Might resort to eating licorice. Yuck!
Day 18: the great hall is teaming with life, they are getting more numerous by the hour. Even the ones on a holiday leave decided to come in and take up their work. I hear strange noises form the vents. Disturbing!
Day 19: no more licorice left.
Day 21: one of them jumped out from the vent! Managed to whack him with a huge candy cane. Little bugger wanted to give me treats He had that happy smile on its face, even in death. Haunting to say the least. I will make a run for the hangar tomorrow.
Day 23: yes, I have made it! The vehicle is still intact and the automatons kept the animals well. Will try to shut down the reactor core underneath, before I leave. The freezing polar conditions will make short work of these grining imbeciles as soon as the temperature drops below zero.
System log: reactor core unstable of unknown reasons. System failure and core meltdown imminent.
Day 24: all set. Deer in place, sled on track. Flight suit on (wish it wasn't red thou)
All I have to do is cut the last cooling tubes and make a run for it. Damn it! They're on to me. Well, I won't go down without a fight. Where's my knife???
