You open the present.
From the present falls A large and powerful tan warhorse.

You shout 'PERKELE' like only a Finnish person can.

You utter the magic words 'sanatagras teceah'
A bizarre mist starts to form itself rapdily, and within moments a dark 
morbid shape of a massive demonic steed arrives and stomps at the ground.

You get up on Bahamut and begin to ride.

You blow a kiss of death at Warhorse.
It lands at his cheek, giving it a bluish brown hue.
Warhorse shivers as he is certain of his doom.

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The kiss you blew on Warhorse's cheek flies back to your lips.
The cruelty of your actions replenishes your lost strength and increases 
your attachment to Chaos.
Because of the low amount of unidle players you receive some additional
experience for your kill.
You hear the horrendous death-cry of the Warhorse as it dies.
Warhorse is DEAD, R.I.P.

Your steed attacks a hacked corpse of Warhorse in a frenzy.
Your steed drives the soul out of a hacked corpse of Warhorse and feeds on 
it! The soul wails in terror!

Your steed attacks a hacked corpse of Warhorse in a frenzy.
Your steed snorts as the soul of Warhorse has already left.
Your mount turns on the corporeal corpse instead!
The corpse is reduced to nothing but shreds.

Hyvää joulua