Glitch\

Glitch\ was a character played by Jeb in the 2019 Christmas one-off. While his runner tag included the backslash, most people call him by his nickname, "Glitch."

## Description

The main concept behind Glitch\ was a cyberpunk elf. Thus, he became a hacker/sniper with a rather dramatic personality and appearance beset with cybernetics.

### Appearance

From the middle of this elf's forehead to his lower ribcage a slash of mechanical mess is run. His entire left side has been transformed into a gun. While normally, his left eye is simply an eerie red, when he goes to shoot his entire shoulder shifts and his eye extends into a scope.

### Personality

Glitch is an odd one. On the surface, he appears to have a collected, robotic personality. Being from 2077, he also is insistent on discerning proper gender and pronouns, and is somewhat oblivious of the common sense of the early 21st century. He has an intense hatred of humans do to discrimination in Trident City, though both acrimony and approval rarely come across in his mostly monotonous voice.

## Campaign

Glitch, along with the other elves involved, was present at the meeting location. Though he got along decently, his grating mechanical voice did seem to get on the others' nerves a little. Though he couldn't remember a single name, he did hit it off with the Traditional Elf after discussing the resurgence of elven iron allergies in the early 2050s. Having seen worse in corporate laboratories during his jobs, he wasn't phased by any of the reindeer present.

Until it became time to leave, Glitch switched to low-power mode, recording the conversation to his memory banks and only piping up with the occasional quip.

When it came time for liftoff, as the other elves boarded their respective "sleighs," a single propellor sprouted from Glitch's head: He himself would be his own chariot. They flew over to the ice volcano, arriving without incident. Glitch took note of a severe lack of anti-air defences, and during his survey of the area he noted there was an elf bearing a conspicuous name-tag: "Hermes." That was the name of the elf whom they were told to meet by the Elf Foreman, but as Glitch had his suspicions he refrained from any comment.

It was for naught, of course, since the campaign had to go on. Hermes managed to guide the "sleigh" to a safe landing. After both he and the foreman gave cheap Chinese plastic a slow-roast, Glitch felt the need to demonstrate the true power of glorious Nippon plasteel-ceramic compounds; deploying his crossbow he asked if there was a shooting range. He declined any additional weaponry at first, but upon being led into the Elven Resistance's workshop he quickly accepted additional ammunition. He even provided them with schematics for the specialized components, such as magazines for his automatic crossbow.

Freshly rearmed, and with a new machine-gun to boot, the party set off into Santa's slave-shop proper. After a brilliant two-pronged attack by Glitch and the Traditional Elf, there were two dead orcs and a number of freed elves. The only other two guards present were incapacitated shortly after. Glitch finished them off with his crossbow while nonchalantly walking past.

Seeing the trouble the Traditional Elf was having with the copper manacles on his brethren--they had traces of iron, preventing Fey Elven magic--Glitch cycles through his Swiss-Army-knife arm, looking for a bolt cutter. The closest thing he had was a pair of scissors.

"Perhaps I should put bolt-cutters in my next round of upgrades... Well, good thing these still work as bolt cutters."

Grasping the chains with both hands, there was a brief mechanical whirr, then the chains snapped. Clearly, despite his right side appearing normal, he wasn't as organic as he appeared.

Chaos then ensued, as the Traditional Elf rallied his brethren to slaughter the rest of the advancing orcs. It wasn't long before ol' Kris Kringle himself appeared in his resplendent red armour. Glitch reacted instantly, transforming into firing mode and loosing a shot that landed square on Santa's forehead. The red menace paused; even took a step back. But he quickly resumed his long stride down the corridor.

"Ho... ho... ho..." came the menacing chuckle. His strongest weapon had been repelled as if it were nothing. Glitch's circuits were frying, and before he knew it they had been swallowed inside of the big man--literally, as they appeared to be in some sort of hellish "Christmas Dimension."

Seeing as there were two suns, Glitch deduced that perhaps those were Saint Nick's eyes. He tried firing a round from his .50 cal anti-tank rifle, the same gun that had failed to penetrate Father Christmas' armour earlier, and as expected there was no result.

But the Christmas Elf had a plan: if they could reach the eyes, then surely they would be able to escape. Since the Traditional Elf seemed to agree, and neither the one they called Dwemer objected nor could Glitch make any of his own, they all boarded the craft.

It took them four years to reach the sun. After so long, Glitch's already run-down body was showing signs of extreme decay. He was having trouble formulating sentences, his memory was fried, and occasionally he needed a good knock to the head to stop being a broken record.

But they managed to escape, thanks to the magic of the one they called Dwemer's magic. There was also a rat-like merchant, lurking next to Sheogorath's throne, whom Glitch petitioned for repairs and upgrades. After receiving both--at no doubt a hefty price, but the rainy day fund ain't a platinum credstick for nothing--they resumed their assault on the Claus' fortress.

But they were 40 years too late. Even with the power boosts from Sheogorath and the Prophet of Profit, the battle was interrupted by a third party before Saint Nicolas could be defeated.

"I'm sorry. I'm afraid I can't let you do that."

A voice sounded, though perhaps nobody heard it. Then, they were transported into an arena of some sort, though it appeared as if the festivities had ended. Another voice, different from the last addressed them. It gave the name "Shapsar," and offered them positions as gods of a new universe.

Not a single one declined, though it wasn't as if they had much of a choice.