the Aryan race live in solitude in what is left of Berlin. after the Germans won World War 2 by devastating the Allies with atomic bombs , there came a swift and severe nuclear winter that devastated survivors as well as non-participators. there has been snow on the ground ever since. the number of survivors outside of the town is unknown to the townspeople.
during the war and continuing after, only those considered ‘pure’ were accepted in the town. anyone who was not pure was killed or was lucky enough to escape. there was a very strict criterion for facial measurements, hair color, eye color, skin color, height and weight. after centuries of selective eugenics, interbreeding and the great population bottleneck, the Aryan race that occupies the town have very distinct features. their noses are very small and have become pointed upward so that there is a substantial gap between the lips and the nose. they appear almost inhuman at first glance.
after many years peace, political unrest began to fester in the town. there was a small revolutionary collection of people who campaigned against numerous aspects of the status quo. the most prominent of their beliefs was their opposition to eugenics and purity laws but the most acceptable and opportunistic outlet of protest was against capitalism. as the groups said, “the capitalist virus survived the war.” they proclaimed that greed would destroy their civilization from the inside out. they often pointed out that the celebration of the birth of the Furher on December 25th had been completely corrupted by an ever growing and filthy tradition of giving gifts. this was the most popular celebration in the town and thus the message struck a nerve with a large number of people. the majority of the townspeople didnt even know the name of the person who was supposed to be celebrated and there were numerous demonstrations to remind people why they were celebrating. violence erupted during a number of protests and in other places stores were set on fire by those protesting. it was eventually decreed that anyone who vocally opposed capitalism or distributed anti-capitalist literature, as well as opposing eugenics and a number of other things, would be executed. after prominent members of the protesters were arrested and publicly executed, a portion of the population defected into the plateaus on the outside of town.
the townspeople called those who left the “Grindchein” which is the plural form of the word “Grind” which means “scab” in their native German language. no matter what name you called them, they were outsiders. the townspeople crafted wildly imaginative and sometimes horrific stories about the outsiders to the point where the Aryan children would not think of them as human. after generations of separation, and the outsiders not selecting children for “pureness”, the two groups do look monstrous to each other.
the most famous of the stories tells a story of one of the outsiders who hates the celebration of the Furhrer on December 25th. He is a grumpy, selfish, vile, green and hairy creature who lives alone in the plateau. He goes down into the town dressed up as the Furher and instead of delivering presents, he steals all the presents and destroys them. the ugly green beast then looks down on the people hoping and expecting to see them crying, but instead they are all singing and celebrating, for the moral of the story is that the celebration of the Furher is more than a mere exchange of presents despite what the outsiders insisted.
although the townspeople have a large advantage in weaponry, the outsiders far outnumber those in the town. i mean really, it was only a matter of time since the outsiders do not actively kill members of their own population. the stockpile of weapons and general arrogance led the Aryans to believe the could never be overtaken. by numerous raids and dealings with other groups of people, the outcasts acquired weapons and plan to take back the town. they chose to take back the town on December 25th, of course. they were well aware of the myths about them from numerous refugees. before sacking the town the outsiders planned to act out the famous story of ‘Der Grindch’ by breaking into the houses and destroying all of the presents. as you can guess, lots of free time in the post-apocalyptic wilderness allowed for vengeance and hatred to stir and fester.
on the night before the celebration, the town shut down. the outcasts surrounded the town and set up camp. they easily outnumbered the townspeople 4 to 1. the plan was to wake up a few hours before dawn, silently break in to the houses to destroy the presents, then sneak back into position and wait to see the reactions of the people. then the strike will occur.
the outcasts were dressed in the traditional outfit of the Fuhrer and painted their faces green. some were armed with rifles, others with knifes, some with handmade spears or clubs while some were not armed at all. a small, skilled group was selected to break into the houses. the presents were easily found in the houses as they were displayed prominently. breaking, entering, and destroying went off without causing a serious disturbance. the presents went gathered and dumped into a near by lake. the outcasts waited for several hours until the people start to wake up and gather in the town square.
contrary to the myth, the townspeople did not come together and sing traditional songs and celebrate despite the loss of their gifts. the scene was much more chaotic. at first, the frantic people left their houses and talked to their neighbors. the children were crying and the adults were visibly distraught. terror spread as it became widely known that this had happened to the whole town. even more scary than having your house broken into is knowing that everyone you know‘s house was broken into. as the town square filled up with people in complete panic, the outsiders struck.
the pandemonium began when those with guns fired indiscriminately into the square. bullets and bodies were going every which way as the ranged attackers lead the charge. behind them were those without firearms. the gunners surrounded the square while the rest ran into the crowd with there weapons or their hands. the gunfire ceased as brutal hand to hand warfare took over. the lucky ones were shot by the gunners as they tried to flee the square. the men who stayed were violently struck down with knives, spears or fists, and the snow ran blood.
when the violence was over, a subset of the townspeople were in custody, mostly women and children. others not in the square were rounded up and gathered with the rest, or executed. the outsiders did suffer some casualties, as there were members of the town who formed a small resistance, arming themselves with the stash of guns. they were quickly over run. all that remained were the survivors in the square, the troops surrounding them and the gory aftermath.
the outsiders saw before them a panicking pack of beasts who wouldnt appear human if it werent for the clothes on their back. the survivors saw monsters with green faces speckled with blood who had just unleashed carnage like theyd heard in the terrible campfire stories. the survivors were pleading for their lives when an large, old man limped out from the perimeter of soldiers. he had no weapons but blood all over his the top sides of his hands. the survivors collapsed in closer to each other, terrified of the ugly creature before them.
when the old man had walked out far enough he stopped. he brushed some his hair out of his green coated, wrinkly face and then he said, “Frohe Weihnacht Mutterficker”
and that, ladies and gentleman, is the real story of How the Grinch Stole Christmas.