Pasin's Krampus Christmas Story!!

It was December 5th. That time when Krampus punishes naughty children. Well, it used to be that way but North Pole police started making a big deal about it. Apparently, the punishments Krampus used on kids were "inappropriate". I mean seriously, murdering kids is okay but tying them up and whacking their bare asses was where they drew the line? That pervy face of his that constantly stuck that long tongue out didn't help his case as Santa was convinced that he was getting off on it.

In the end, Krampus agreed to wait until they were 18 years and if they were still naughty (which they usually were), he would punish them then. Also, he wasn't allowed to do that stuff with animals, even though he was half-goat. Oh, and there was no more killing, though dragging them to hell doesn't count as killing.

Of course, Krampus couldn't do all this on his own. With him were his daughter Krampia and his femboy son Cupidus. And there were his pals Belsnickel and Knecht Ruprecht.

These days Krampus had his work cut out for him.

Predictably the lack of good beatings caused many children to grow up to become activists, communists, fascists, femcels/feminists/Karens, murderers, narcissists, Nazis, pedophiles, psychopaths, rapists, sickos, sociopaths, terrorists and Tumblr users. What the fuck did the North Pole think was gonna happen if you stop beating kids? I mean Krampus got lots of good beatings as a kid and he never did any of those things.

As Krampus looked at the news, he said to himself, "It's a good thing I whipped Krampia and Cupidus all the time when they were kids. Who knows what kind of psychos they'd have turned into otherwise."

Krampia, who just happened to look the cover image, beamed at her dad, "Who are we punishing this Christmas, daddy. We have quite a long list so I don't think we will be able to get everyone this year."