Chapter One: Exactly Fifteen Years Ago

 It all happened here. Right in this place. In the address of Snoker Drive corner Reindeer Street, which is once considered a great architecture and an edifice of glory. It stood there as the center of the Psychometrician Store, run by the most capable elves and headed by the Chief Storekeeper. This bureaucracy is center to the operations of the elves, most importantly in the scheduling of operations of the magical assembly lines of the Toy Factory.

Snoker Drive holds the privilege of knowing who is naughty or nice among the children considered during the year, decided mainly based on the letters sent to the North Pole. The workers here can immediately identify certain traits and behavioral tendencies by examining the strokes of their penmanship, which is vital in the decisions made as to whom would receive the most sophisticated gifts as decided with the perusal of the Christmas Corporation.

All was well for a very long time, and it remained to be so. The letters from hopeful children arrived on time, with the Christmas Corporation meeting to decide on the merits of those worthy of the toy, and then the gifts are distributed accordingly. Christmas Eve was as busy as the complicated Reindeer Routes, spread across the skies and within the constellations, which is critical as to how Santa Claus (aka Father Christmas) manage to deliver the gifts on time before the clock strikes twelve. The magic behind it is an open secret among the elves, but everybody knows that this is made possible due to the Physical Clock, which effectively alters space and time while Santa Claus is secretly on his way, dropping the gifts in chimneys.

But exactly fifteen years ago, disaster struck the North Pole. An accident happened in Snoker Drive that made some of those elves there very, very bad. They have become green and evolved into another form of sinister substance. Nobody knows for certain what actually transpired inside that fateful day, but they are all sure in one thing: the elves have become cruel monsters.

The remaining good elves have managed to stop them as they tried to contain the effects of the accident, which upon exhaustive investigation revealed that it was a tragedy of naughtiness, a simple technical glitch that has created a contagious green powder that infected them all.

They were referred to as Green Snokers after that infamous incident, and they have become the archnemises of the entire civilization of the North Pole. As one of the escaping Green Snoker told a high ranking Elf, screaming and cursing, the civilization will later on collapse from systemic reasons and they will take over to "bring what was urgently needed in humanity than silly, stupid toys."

How this green powder evolved within the walls of the Psychometrician Store and ended up in disaster at Snoker Drive has been a complete mystery. Since nothing is certain, with the place considered dangerous and hazardous, Snoker Drive corner Reindeer Street was closed, and the area was since been off-limits, protected by very high walls, and heavily guarded. The Psychometrician Store that once stood there with pride was relocated along The 12th Boulevard, near the Reindeer Training Center, to continue the mission statement of the North Pole.

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