Posts from Sacred Haven of Debauchery

Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Kostik. I am 16 years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting under the bed and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out to play until 3:00 PM. When I don't listen to her, she throws a knife at me and often hits me right in the butt =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "I'm a badass!". My dad works as an engineer, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "You son of a bitch!" and makes me fix his hand. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I just make a mess of it. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing Counter-Strike with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Kostik, but "little cutie"! This is very offensive. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not a loser, you'll understand how bad things are for me. Dear Grandfather Frost, you with your red nose, take me with you or send me a knife. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money for Tortuga more often. My beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that for the New Year, I will find a little crocodile under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad things are for me. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm screwed. Remember that I believe in you, you bastard!

A Letter to Santa Claus
Hello, Santa Claus! My name is Ulric. I am 120 years old! Not too much, not too little, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, and that's why I'm sitting in this communist place and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out to play until "№:*(. When I don't listen to her, she throws a chainsaw at me and often hits me right in the head =( One day, I couldn't stand it anymore and said to her: "Allah! Allah!". My father works as an orc butcher, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he shouts: "You are an unfinished Katsan, you damned bastard!" And he makes me fix his axe. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up making bacon. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing "Eat the Dragon" with my friends. My father also came up with a nickname for me, and he calls me not Ulric, but Goblin Slayer! This is very offensive. In general, Santa Claus, if you are not a drunken creep, then you will understand how bad things are for me.... Dear Santa Claus, red Lenin, take me to your place or send me a chainsaw. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to eat. My dear Santa Claus, you are my last chance. I hope that for the New Year, I will find a chainsaw under the Christmas tree. Santa Claus, understand how bad things are for me.... If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm doomed. Remember that I believe in you, Muscovite!

Heh!

Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Nastya. I am 16 years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting here and writing this letter in secret. Mom only lets me go out until midnight. When I don't listen to her, she throws a teapot at me and often hits me right in the leg =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "I'll kick you in the teeth." My dad works as a designer, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "Fhtagn in the tentacle!!!" And makes me cook him candy. But I don't know how to cook, so I end up making honey. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing hopscotch with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Nastya, but Tuzik! In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not an idiot, you'll understand how bad things are for me. Dear Grandfather Frost, red tomato, take me with you or send me a teapot. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to draw. Beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that on New Year's, I will find something nice under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad things are for me. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm doomed. Remember that I believe in you, you stupid fool! *I got the hang of it and went to write something more interesting.* Amaranth, a monument should be erected for Arych! Take two, lol. Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Kosha. I am many years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting on the internet and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out until midnight. When I don't listen to her, she throws Cthulhu at me and often hits me right in the head =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "Ugh." My dad works as a plumber-maniac, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "Arara!!!" And makes me cook him marijuana. But I don't know how to cook, so I end up making manure. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing tag with a brick with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me and calls me not Kosha, but meat! In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not a hentai fhtagn, you'll understand how hungover I am. Dear Grandfather Frost, red butt, take me with you or send me Cthulhu. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often for kawaii things. Beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that on New Year's, I will find booze and weed under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how hungover I am. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm toast. Remember that I believe in you, you marmalade beast!

I think I finally understand the point! ;)

A Letter to Santa Claus
Hello, Santa Claus! My name is... I'm supposed to eat at the table, but I'd rather stay. I don't really care about my age! It's not a lot, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mom is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting cross-legged and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out to play until I get drunk and run around the street naked. When I don't listen to her, she throws the cat at me, and it often hits me right in the butt =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "Where's my liver??!!!" My dad works as a lip balm tycoon, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "Damn shaver!!!11 pew pew!!1 HE'S REALLY ANGRY!!!1111" and makes me fix his android collider. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up making a synchrophasotron. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing erotic role-playing games with my friends. Dad also gave me a nickname and calls me Mr. Yezhslo instead of my name. That's very hurtful. In general, Santa Claus, if you're not from Arandor, you'll understand how interesting my life is. Dear Santa Claus, if you're not from Arandor, take me with you or send me a cat. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money for little things more often. My dear Santa Claus, you are my last chance. I hope that in the new year, I will find a naked Zhanna Friske under the Christmas tree. Santa Claus, understand how interesting my life is. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'll be very upset!!!! Remember that I believe in you, great Russian people! !

Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Exz. I am 17 years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting here in Wikipedia writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out to play until 5:23 PM. When I don't listen to her, she throws a frying pan at me and often hits me right in the fingers =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "abyrvalg!". My father works as a metallurgist, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he shouts: "Troekheromokhnoglaz!" and makes me fix his head. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up making jam. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing "catch me with a brick" with my friends. My father also gave me a nickname, and now he calls me not Exz, but Primus! This is very upsetting. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not a jerk, you'll understand how bad things are for me. Dear Grandfather Frost, red nose, take me with you or send me a frying pan. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money for beer more often. My beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that for the New Year, I will find a frying pan under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how bad things are for me. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm screwed. Remember that I believe in you, damn it!

Recently, a trend has emerged in the Haven of Vice: very long and detailed posts. If you scroll through the forum and don't pay attention to the fact that all the posts are quite similar, you might be surprised.

I feel like a harbinger of plague. :smile36: By the way, no one would be writing letters to Santa Claus if Crazy hadn't sent me that link this morning, so he's to blame for everything.

Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Vlad. I am 16 years old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, and that's why I'm sitting in Antarctica and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out until midnight. When I don't listen to her, she throws an iron at me and often hits me right in the head =( One day, I couldn't take it anymore and said to her: "Go to hell!". My dad works as a reporter, and when he comes home from work in a bad mood, he yells: "You unwashed freaks, may you all be struck by Kondraty!" And he makes me fix his computer. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I just mess it up even more. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing Mario with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me, and he calls me not Vlad, but "Pupsik"! This is very offensive. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you're not a jerk, you'll understand how much fun I'm having. Dear Grandfather Frost, if you're not a jerk, take me with you or send me an iron. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to learn English. My dear Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that in the new year, I will find brains under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how much fun I'm having. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, I'm doomed. Remember that I believe in you, you freak!

I also want to find some brains under the Christmas tree! Even just a little bit...

Someone said, "Santa Claus is red blood" - very cruel... and funny)))

I answered the questions like a true Eastern king. Hello, Grandfather Frost! My name is Lord of All. I am quite old! Not too young, not too old, but I believe and hope that you exist and are reading my letter right now. My mother is a very mean aunt. She doesn't allow me to write letters to you, so I'm sitting in the throne room and writing this letter. Mom only lets me go out to play until I come back whenever. When I don't listen to her, she throws a flamethrower at me and often hits me right in the butt =( One day, I couldn't stand it anymore and said to her: "Oh, abdyr la haman ibn abdur, thank you for the wonderful hookah!". My father works as a lord and comes home from work in a bad mood, and he shouts: "impious jackal!" And makes me fix his miserable slaves. But I don't know how to fix anything, so I end up messing things up. He gets even angrier and forbids me from playing "shut your mouth" with my friends. Dad also came up with a nickname for me, and he calls me not Lord of All, but worthless! This is very offensive. In general, Grandfather Frost, if you are not Saladin, you nasty jackal, then you will understand how I feel after a big explosion. Dear Grandfather Frost, red-assed slave, take me to your place or give me a flamethrower. Also, make it so that the people close to me love me and give me money more often to destroy you all, you miserable slaves. Beloved Grandfather Frost, you are my last chance. I hope that in the new year, I will find a basement under the Christmas tree. Grandfather Frost, understand how I feel after a big explosion. If you don't read this letter or it doesn't reach you, then I will be fine. Remember that I believe in you, you crazy fool!

Well, Hacker came and closed my thread. And Ar still didn't vote :[br][/br]We need to ease the tension.

I wonder if he knows that "hentai" is not just a term for erotica, but also a genre of anime?

Amar, I replied to you yesterday.

In general, Arandor, if you're not Arandor, then you'll understand how much I want to kill you.