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Marsey on her wedding day

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marsey as a badass

Marsey painting a Warhammer miniature

Marsey committing a war crime

Marsey as an Klingon with a bat'leth

Marsey as a bathroom ghost from Japanese folklore

Marsey dressed up as Taylor Swift for Halloween

a real photo of Marsey at the Louvre, taken with canon r6, 8k, photo by Annie Leibowitz

Marsey falling down a set of stairs

Marsey driving a Honda NSX

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Marsey with laser eyes blowing up Earth

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marsey merged with a carp fish

One December, Santa's elves were hard at work making toys for the children of the world on the North Pole. They were diligently making helicopters and race cars and building blocks. It was a very important time of the year because in just a few days, Santa would begin his journey to deliver presents to all the girls and boys. Suddenly, there was an emergency. The reindeer had gone on strike! They had enough of pulling Santa's sleigh and being whipped with carrots. The reindeer were tired and they refused to work. They complained that they were overworked and underpaid.

That's when the CEO of Santa Inc called a meeting. The workers would have to scramble to find another way to deliver the toys. Someone suggested using helicopters but the CEO countered that it would be too expensive. Someone else suggested using race cars but they would be too loud and scare the kids on Christmas Eve. Finally, they all turned to Santa and asked him what he thought. Santa was lost for words. He was silent for a moment then he spoke up "I know there is one person who is smart and strong enough to solve this problem."

And with that, he got on the phone with Ms Oaken and asked her to save Christmas. She accepted the challenge and set off on the journey to the North Pole. She had to go through a forest and over a river to get there. When she arrived, she found Santa and the elves in despair. Santa explained the problem and left it to Ms Oaken to find a solution. She took her time thinking and soon came up with an idea. The elves would make Christmas presents that could be delivered by email. That way, the reindeer didn't have to work so hard. 

The CEO was skeptical at first but the elves quickly began building email-deliverable presents. On Christmas Eve, Santa sent an email to all the children with their gifts. The elves were working overtime to meet the deadline. Ms Oaken and Santa were happy that they had solved the problem so quickly. But there was one problem. The elves hadn't accounted for the fact that some children were too poor to own a computer.

The elves were panicking and running around in circles when all of the sudden, the lights turned off and there was a knock on the door. It was Ms Oaken. She had brought some old computers from a junkyard so the children could open their presents. And with that

The story is set in the year 2022, the year Donald Trump became dictator. It was a dark time. Trump banned Santa from the country due to false claims that his illegal immigrant parents didn't cross state lines legally. Christmas almost turned into a national holiday (even though Christmas is not an American holiday). This caused an uproar amongst conservatives and chuds. Luckily, the Supreme Court (in an 8-1 verdict) stopped Trump. They also ordered him to pay Santa's legal fees for the case.

This case was a great victory for the left. However, it was during this time that Trump pulled another out-of-the-hat trick. He convinced the CEO of Toys-R-US to fire Santa. Yes, Toys-R-Us fired Santa. Why? Well, the Toys-R-Us CEO got threatened by Trump with more taxes if he didn't fire Santa. How? Well, the reason was that he paid his elves too little. The CEO knew that he couldn't stand up to Trump. So he fired Santa.

Luckily enough, Trump had his son Barron and the CEO's daughter in his pocket. What were they pocketed with? Why gold coins, of course (they are part of a crypto-currency group). They knew the secret and threatened to blow the whistle unless the CEO fired Santa. They also demanded to see his dick. The CEO complied, but the kids were still unhappy.

They told the CEO's daughter that they were in an open relationship, and that they were polyamorous people. They showed her the Facebook group where they discussed their personal problems. There were pictures of them having threesome sex with their partners. It was obvious that they were in an open relationship. The CEO's daughter had always wanted a threesome, so she was open to the idea.

The kids also told Barron that they were interested in starting a family. Barron knew what this meant, and he told the kids that he was "straight". The kids were disappointed, but they knew that Barron was a "sexual predator", so they would try to make it work. After all, they were still in an open relationship, and Barron was a predator.

The next day, Barron and the CEO's daughter were having a threesome. They used the Toys-R-Us store as a sex-club. The kids also used the toys as sex toys

Bardfinn sat in his chair, looking out the window at the falling snow. It had been falling all day, almost two feet and counting. He couldn't help but worry. It was Christmas Eve and there wasn't any sign of it stopping. He didn't know if his replacement reindeer could take off in these conditions.

He turned back around and looked at the big clock on the wall. It read 5:15 PM. He had called Mrs. Claus half an hour ago to tell her that he was going to head out soon to try to get to her house, but he had got no reply. That was strange, she was always waiting by the phone when he called. Bardfinn had promised her he would get to her house no matter what, and he would keep his word.

He slid on his parka and made his way outside, shutting the door carefully behind him. The wind howled viciously all around him, and he could barely see a few feet in front of him. He got into his sleigh and started the engine. He checked his GPS. 3.2 miles to Mrs. Claus' house. Plenty of time.

He had just pulled out of his driveway when the wind blew the door shut with a loud thud, locking him out. Quickly, he ran back into the house and unlocked the door. He didn't have time for this. If he didn't get there soon, Santa wouldn't be able to deliver any presents, and he doubted people would be happy about that.

He got back into the car, started the engine, and hit full throttle. The car moved a few feet, slid on the ice, then flipped over. Bardfinn's head hit the steering wheel. He looked at his watch. It was 5:20 PM.

He looked around, trying to figure out what to do. There was no way his car was getting him there in time. If only there was some other way. There was only one other option.

He ran back into his house and slammed the door behind him. He ran up the stairs, 2 at a time. He stopped in Mrs. claus's room. It was empty. He didn't have much time to waste, he had to find her. He knew she had to be close by, but she was very quiet and hard to find. He turned on his infrared vision and began looking around at every corner for her. He looked

!sd Marsey driving a Honda NSX

!sd Marsey testing something

Marsey as drawn by Tom of Finland

Marsey possessed by a chaos daemon

Marsey goblin mode

Marsey casting Avada Kedavra

Marsey using a broken beer bottle as an improvised weapon