Santa chaos complete team 3D Model Collection

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The Story of the Santa Chaos Team Rudenolf was mulling over something peculiar - novelty itself was a novel concept. Like flamboyant streamers on Christmas trees, the belly of the crimson-robed behemoth adorned his massive antlers; that ancient bearded man never paused to ponder his fixations! Did he ever stop to think about red being the color of blood? And how it could potentially overpower the intensity of his detestable garb? These were peculiar thoughts, careening in all directions - just like his companions! Those eccentric little goats on two legs reminded him of those repulsive tiny elves with pointed ears; the latter flatterers and servants, so much alike in their frenzy to fulfill the asinine mission of the obese man, while the goat sought to annihilate everything within sight. Rudenolf still had the harmonious beauty (new discoveries he'd recently stumbled upon) of the chaotic ballet in his eyes - a hypnotic dance between the heads of goat and little elves. The former was bound for destruction, while the latter frantically attempted escape amidst scattered bodies, entrails strewn about like crimson ribbons adorning lifeless corpses like discarded packages... a frantic motion starkly contrasting with the immobility of the Four. Yes, the Four - it dawned on Rudenolf only when they granted him that notion. No matter how, he suddenly opened his eyes and there they were, wicked replicas of the crimson-robed one; similar in appearance, yet magnificent in their intent! And there they stood, authentic carriers of gifts - not merely for those obnoxious spirits whose radiant souls had led Rudenolf down a path of slavery. The Four flung the red-clad man at Rudenolf's feet (he was now standing!) - bloodless and panting. "Play with him!", they exclaimed; what does that even mean he asked, and one of the Four beckoned towards those goats sporting goat-like heads, "They are thrilled", he said, as Rudenolf observed them wearing elf limbs like disgusting ornaments. He grasped their twisted intentions and - while eviscerating the obese figure - he realized they truly had fun. The Four now decreed: Enough! It's time for new rules! Dress in red attire if you will; give gifts to all, though those could only be pain, fear, despair, or revenge. His face illuminated with an ominous foreboding glow, Rudenolf comprehended their wicked intentions. The coach is awaiting us now, proclaimed the Four-member - they are bound for new horizons! The wolf-helmeted one halted play at once, urging them to proceed.