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[Collab between me and the wife - I sketched, she lined/colored]

Verdamt doesn’t have Christmas (nor does any other pocket of society in Telluria) but they do have an uncanny parallel holiday known as “Impact Day” or more secular-ly, “the apsis.” In the middle of what passes as ‘winter’ in Verdamt, denizens gather to (allegedly) honor the first of the moon-meteors that struck Telluria when the world ended hundreds of years ago, and if you’re religious, the death of Saint Nikita (who is a bit like their version of Jesus, without the forgiveness angle).

So, how do you honor the passing of the old world and the untimely death of humanity’s last redeemer? Well, you dig the traditional holiday hole and huddle with your friends and neighbors with traditional canned rations! If you’re an orthodox aphelionist, you’ll probably spend an evening or two in the holiday hole reflecting and repenting in bitter silence on the unsalvageable nature of humanity and the world, but everyone else is going to treat it as an excuse to take work off and drink. Peace and love on Telluria!!

Another newer Impact Day tradition is the presence of the tree. See, because of how Telluria orbits the sun and the lack of contrast between the planet’s night and day, trees grow crooked towards the sun rather than straight up. Depending on the species and where it grows, they will grow diagonally or horizontally along the ground! HOWEVER! It’s a well-known history fact that in Saint Nikita’s time, trees grew UP, so you honor her by awkwardly rigging your tree to stand straight up instead of a good and natural slanted tree. As for the lights? Well, it gets dark in your holiday hole if you don’t, so they’re kind of a necessity.

Sam generally holds contempt for traditions, especially ones rooted in stodgy old religions, but she has sentimental fondness for Impact Day and the holiday hole tradition regardless. “You ain’t gotta give a shit about Saint Nik to dig a good hole,” she’d say.

Isaac, on the other hand, grew up in Rietveld and each bizarre Verdamtian holiday leaves him more confused than the last.

Description

[Collab between me and the wife - I sketched, she lined/colored]

Verdamt doesn’t have Christmas (nor does any other pocket of society in Telluria) but they do have an uncanny parallel holiday known as “Impact Day” or more secular-ly, “the apsis.” In the middle of what passes as ‘winter’ in Verdamt, denizens gather to (allegedly) honor the first of the moon-meteors that struck Telluria when the world ended hundreds of years ago, and if you’re religious, the death of Saint Nikita (who is a bit like their version of Jesus, without the forgiveness angle).

So, how do you honor the passing of the old world and the untimely death of humanity’s last redeemer? Well, you dig the traditional holiday hole and huddle with your friends and neighbors with traditional canned rations! If you’re an orthodox aphelionist, you’ll probably spend an evening or two in the holiday hole reflecting and repenting in bitter silence on the unsalvageable nature of humanity and the world, but everyone else is going to treat it as an excuse to take work off and drink. Peace and love on Telluria!!

Another newer Impact Day tradition is the presence of the tree. See, because of how Telluria orbits the sun and the lack of contrast between the planet’s night and day, trees grow crooked towards the sun rather than straight up. Depending on the species and where it grows, they will grow diagonally or horizontally along the ground! HOWEVER! It’s a well-known history fact that in Saint Nikita’s time, trees grew UP, so you honor her by awkwardly rigging your tree to stand straight up instead of a good and natural slanted tree. As for the lights? Well, it gets dark in your holiday hole if you don’t, so they’re kind of a necessity.

Sam generally holds contempt for traditions, especially ones rooted in stodgy old religions, but she has sentimental fondness for Impact Day and the holiday hole tradition regardless. “You ain’t gotta give a shit about Saint Nik to dig a good hole,” she’d say.

Isaac, on the other hand, grew up in Rietveld and each bizarre Verdamtian holiday leaves him more confused than the last.