1st F 12/19/2024 Men’s walking club Christmas Adventure

AO: THE FOUNDRY
QiC: Falcon9
Date: 12/19/2024
Title: Men's walking club Christmas Adventure
Number of HIMs: 5
Falcon9, Flat Tire, noodles, Short Circuit, TestTube

Number of FNGs: 0
Name of FNGs:

WarmOrama:
OYO

Tha Thang:
'Twas the week before Christmas, and in the crisp, early morning air, five brave men gathered at the edge of the Foundry, ready for a journey unlike any other. Noodles, TestTube, Flat Tire, Falcon9, and Short Circuit—each donned in layers of festive gear—prepared to tackle the Christmas Challenge: a mythical trek rumored to test even the jolliest of souls.

Their mission? Deliver a mysterious “package” to Santa’s drop-off point three miles deep into the woods, navigating treacherous terrain and completing festive tasks along the way. Each man wore a jingle bell that chimed with every step, a constant reminder of their holiday mission.

The first mile was lighthearted, filled with banter and jokes. But as they reached the Frosty Mile Marker, Short Circuit suddenly stopped. "I’ve got to turn back," he said, rubbing his lower back. "I’d hate to slow Santa down if my sleigh isn’t in top shape!" With a quick wave, he jingled his way back to the start, leaving the remaining four to carry on.

The next mile brought its challenges. Snowflakes began to fall (or perhaps it was the mist from the warm morning air), and the path grew narrow and slippery. Falcon9, ever the daredevil, charged ahead. "Come on, guys! We can’t let Blitzen show us up!" he shouted, his voice cutting through the stillness. But his confidence wavered when they reached the Candy Cane Crossing, where they had to balance on narrow logs painted like candy canes to cross an icy creek.

Flat Tire hesitated. "This is how Santa weeds out the naughty list," he muttered. With careful steps and some encouragement, they all made it across, though not without a few wobbles and laughs.

As they entered the Reindeer Run, a dense section of woods, the group heard strange rustling sounds. "Is that Dasher?" TestTube asked nervously, peering into the shadows. "Or a tiger?" Noodles laughed. "Relax, TestTube—it’s probably just Rudolph running late for his shift."

The final mile tested their resolve. The group had to carry a makeshift sled loaded with their “package” through the steep incline of Sleigh Hill. "Come on," Falcon9 grunted, pulling the sled with all his might. "Santa’s counting on us!"

Finally, they reached the glowing lights of Santa’s drop-off point. The group set down the sled with a collective sigh of relief, their mission complete. "I think we’ve earned our spot on the nice list," Flat Tire said, collapsing onto a nearby bench.

As they made their way back to the Foundry, their jingle bells rang in unison, a triumphant chorus signaling the end of their Christmas adventure. They returned home not only as the Men’s Walking Club but as legends of the holiday season.

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a triumphant walk!

COT:
Mumble chatter had along the way…all were merrier for it!