🎄⛄🔔The Grand Kiwi Farms Secret Santa Showcase Thread🔔⛄🎄 - Come post, come comment, come see!

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The Grand Secret Santa for 2025 is coming to its conclusion. Whilst there are still a handful of gifts outstanding, most are in and we are coming down your chimney as you read this! If you haven't got your gift yet, don't worry, it'll take some time to send them all out. But if you DO have your gift, then don't keep it to yourself, share it here! This event is something that really brings the Farms together and at the end of this year it's time to make each other smile, laugh and go "ooooh!"

Comments are very welcome. People put their time and heart into making gifts and they love to read what people think of them.

I just want to add that this has been the largest number of participants we have ever had at 262! Yep, you read that right. We've had THAT many sign up to be part of this. And with a few exceptions here and there, most have managed to make a gift for their randomly chosen recipient! It's been a joy to see. Also a huge thanks, given the large number of participants, to the Helpers who have been sending out your assignments, receiving your gifts and will now start sending them out. These are:

@GenociderSyo
@DefinitelyNotMe
@سلیمان عثمان
@lmao gottem
@XANA
@A Cat in a Minefield
@Premium Gonzo

Every one of these has been a big part of making this happen.

Also a huge thanks to the spiritbots. Even those who we ended up not calling up the offer was still appreciated. Where necessary, they've leapt in and made gifts for those who didn't have them, often with very little notice. Great people, one and all.

So, keep an eye on your Inboxes, it'll take some time but your gifts are on their way. Please don't message asking where yours is just yet. Give it a day or two at least! It's a Christmas process!

I've seen a lot of the gifts already but there are still many even I haven't seen, so I'm really looking forward to this. So... here we go!

And Merry Christmas and may you all have a truly great 2026!
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I got a picture and a story! Thank you, dear Santa, it made my day!
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In the first launch, in the first station, when the vermin first scittered. He chose the path of perpetual torment. In his ravenous hatred he found no peace. And with boiling blood he scoured the steel scaffolding, the metal innards, seeking vengeance against the long tailed beasts that threatened his home. And those that taste the bite of his fury, knew him...
The station filed it under "Vermin Control".
The shipping manifest called it a "Biomass Mitigation Asset".
However, the people who lived here, thirteen thousand souls sealed into a torus of alloyed steel, hurdling through space at 20 thousand light years a second, called him, "RODENTMANCER."

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On Hyrux 12, mice were a systems problem, they arrived the same way all life did; clinging to the margins, riding in the blindspots, slipping between protocols and seals. The infestation of mice meant chewed insulation wires, gnawed coolant lines, soft supplies stolen for nests, and in those nests they multiplied. Aside from the destruction they wreaked for the maintenance crew, every gram of mouse was a gram unaccounted for. A gram that could push a system past its limit, blow a fuse, clog a filter, or die in the wrong place, and seed a fungus or a mold that could thrive in the lungs of thousands.

THe people of the station saw natural selection on a hyper scale. Within months, no mouse living would near a trap; poisons once effective were soon ignored, some of the vile vermin even seeming to enjoy the intoxicating effects that nibbling just a bit gave them. Sonic deterrents drove the technicians from their stations while the mice hummed along.
So, the station made a choice, one they would never write down, would only speak of in hushed tones, a choice they hoped would never be discussed or seen. They sent for a man, long mitigated to the "solitary deck", whose hands were faster than the errors that birthed the problems. They called for Eli Manner.
Once an ordinary man, it was during the first onboarding of passengers that this being would embark on a years-long journey through the stars. He, like many, stayed in the lower decks, and lived a rather reasonable life.

However, that reasonable life shattered one fateful shift, deep in the bowels of the lower decks where the hum of life support systems lulled him into comfort as he worked. He was a hull technician, a grease-monkey who patched leaks as rerouted power conduits, content with the day in and day out work of welding and re-wiring. The mice were just a nuisance then, scampering shadows in the vents, pilfering crumbs from his meager rations. He swatted at them idly, set crude traps from the scrap metal he had laying around, and thought not much more of it.
One night, however, it started. Maybe it was the moonshine Eli brewed in his little hidey hole, maybe it was the fumes from the welds, maybe it was the coolant that has been leaking since last week, slowly building up in his blood, and in his brain, maybe it was all three. The faint chewing and gnashing of mouse teeth echoed through the station like laughter on this particular night. Eli tried to ignore it, as one does in the void, he had heard of SPACE MADNESS like anyone else, the isolation and lack of sun wasn't good for anyone after all.
But then, on that very night, came the incident in sector G7, during a routine pressure check. He suited up in the dim glow of the emergency lights, stepped into the airlock, and pressed the button. Then, there was a hiss. The seal had failed, not a horrible breach, but a slow hiss of atmosphere bleeding out into the void. Eli traced it, slowly, calmly, to a cluster of wires, insulation stripped bare by tiny teeth, sparking and shorting the valve controls.

As he reached out to them to attempt a quick fix, they sparked again, and the airlock flung open. The air rushed out around him, his eyes strained against their sockets, as his feet left the floor, and he began to be pulled into the void, with a frantic flailing of his arm, he clung to the airlock controls, and yanked his body forward, slamming the emergency lever down and lowering the emergency door.

Lungs burning, he survived. His wife however, did not. In his med-bay haze, as nanites knit his frostbitten fingers, he learned what had happened to Mara. Another crew member informed him that the failure had cascaded, and the woman he'd shared his life with, had been in the adjacent compartment at the time, performing a check of a coolant line that had been leaking since last week. She was sucked into the void before she had a chance to scream, and floated there, just outside the station, caught in its gravity, to this very day. On some nights, you can see her, face twisted into contorted horror.
Grief turned into rage. A slow boil in the recycled air. Eli saw them everywhere now: the mice. They were no longer pests to him, they were invaders, saboteurs, murderers. A PLAGUE. Engineered by the demonic cosmos to unravel humanity's fragile grip on the stars.

He forsake sleep and sustenance. He fashioned weapons from the scraps of his trade, electrified prods that fried fur and bone, vacuum traps that sucked the life from entire nests, chemical lures laced with neurotoxins that made them twitch and convulse in agony before the end.
It wasn't enough, the mice adapted, as they always did, growing bolder, their beady eyes gleaming with what Eli KNEW was mockery.

One night, cornered in a maintenance crawlspace, he faced a swarm - hundreds maybe. Their whiskers twitching in unison, like a hive mind. He crushed them by the dozen, hands slick with blood and viscera, but in his frenzy, a vision seized him, one of the hoards of the cosmos, laughing, mocking, chanting "NO MATTER HOW MANY YOU SLAY, SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK TO YOU."
Eli was reborn in this moment. No longer a man: A Eradicator, A Slayer. THE RODENTMANCER.

He constructed himself a dark mask, to absorb the light and augment his vision, to allow him to see his PREY in the dark. His body became a canvas of scars from the constant battle of attrition. Rodents leap and dug their teeth into his body, only for him to laugh and bring his grinning teeth around their body, biting down on them like a blood filled grape.
Whispers spread among the crew, of someone, something, scurrying in the vents, much larger than the mice they had grown accustomed to. Leaving nothing but a trail of viscera and blood.

He spoke to no one, needed no one, he knew only the hunt, the endless purge. The station's overseers turned a blind eye at first, after all, the mice were dealt with, the maintenance crew's jobs lightened, the unaccounted for grams of mass in the station ceased, but alas... all good things must come to an end... at least for a time.
Once the vermin were gone, all of them, every single one, Eli became feral, uncontrollable, and so, they locked him up, on the solitary deck.
Word spread among the fleet, and so, in hushed tones, in back room deals, he would be moved, from station to station, to rip and tear, until the job was done.
 
Dear Secret Santa (wherever you are),

Thank you very much for the iteraton /alternative-jersey of my profile pic, that you gifted to me for Christmas. I can tell that you invested heavy contemplation into conceptualising something in harmonious accord with my stated likes and dislikes, and heavy technical prowess into its materialisation.

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Merry Christmas, Happy New Year, All the best going forth.

As ever,
R.Ch.
 
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I'm absolutely hollering, I got the best thing ever. Whomever made this is the best ever and I'm going to print it out and frame it. My prompt mentioned that I loved Umamusume (the horse girl racing game) and once saw LFJ on a train. So I have received the best possible combo of these things.

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So I was not a participant this year - I didn't want to try and juggle the admin side with making a gift and make either suffer (next year I think I can). So I wasn't down to receive a gift myself but someone made me one anyway. They used my example of how you should format your sign-up for my information. Thankfully it was real information and not "I ❤️ Keffals" or something silly. :story:

I'm a big fan of Robert W. Chambers and his most famous work, which also made it into the general Cthulhu Mythos of H.P. Lovecraft, is "The King in Yellow".

So I received this absolutely beautiful drawing of "The Kiwi in Yellow".

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It's sinister, Christmasy and just perfect. I love the way it's all monochrome save for the eponymous yellow. Well, the title as well I suppose. Can't imagine how long it took. And I want to thank my Santa for it. I'll be printing this out and putting on my desk. I will say that however much work this was (and it was shared work with the helpers!) it's been very rewarding and I'm very proud to have been part of this. You all are wonderful people, every one!

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I'm still laughing at this, this is brilliant. I don't know how my Santa managed to include all my Likes - my beloved childhood stuffed walrus, Red Alert, actual communism, felting Will Stancil and so much more. Thank you for a fantastic Christmas present, tovarish, and I hope you have a great time this year!

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Thank you so much to my Secret Santa! I love the little book worm, his little googly eyes spark much joy ❤️ And of course love the flies on the swatter too, I appreciate you taking the time to create such wonderful things for me :)
I hope you have the happiest of holidays kiwi friend!
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I got the absolute strangest...story?...I think I've ever read/gotten. It's chock full of math (one of my listed likes) and football (one of my frequented forums, so I suspect some detectiving was done). And Dune, which I'm not sure where that came from (possibly because it's frequently referenced in stoner/doom metal (another of my listed likes). Anyway, it's pretty awesome, although I did NOT do the math, as I kind of didn't realize what was going on on the first read through. But I will do later, just to, you know, make sure everything is correct and all.

Anyway, it's pretty awesome, and really has something for everyone! Thank you Secret Santa!
 

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I got artwork of Alex Hogendorp / Lunar Eclipse Paradox seething at me and smashing his keyboard. I absolutely love this gift and the funny little touches and details like Alex not having arms (because has an amputee fetish), various users Alex hates in the background (Me, Trombonista, Toji, Useful and Null), and Alex's shitty OC Suhail or whatever her name is. There's also two variants, a "Fuck You" variant and a "Merry Christmas" variant.
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My secret santa also attached a message with the gift
"Merry Christmas Admiral, please continue your great work on OPs in 2026."

Thank you, I'm glad you like my work on OPs. Funny coincidence about this gift is I'm actually currently working with Useful_Mistake and notorietus to finish the Hogendorp OP.
 
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I love it!!! Thank you! Really this is lovely.

I'm not a very good artist. I tried lots of stuff to make you something but most of the mediums were even worse than this. I know it isn't good, at least it's something vaguely decent and exists, and there's sovl somewhere in there, ruffled and stuffed
It means a lot that you made something for me even though you don't feel like you're a great artist. You did an awesome job on the valknut. Again thank you so much, I love handmade gifts.

Merry Christmas 🎄
 
After coming into contact and clearing the hordes of infected across Georgia and Louisiana, Nick abandoned his old sinful life of crime and gambling to instead a renewed life of selling toilet seats to the remaining surviving residents under the guise of his lord and savior Jesus Christ. "Thou shalt no man go without a seat to rest his ass — bottom that he may relieve himself over."

...it only took a day for him to realize he had caught the retardation aspect of the Green Flu. "God DAMMIT."
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Thanks for this picture and the story, it made me chuckle. Though I have to say, that price tag is way too high, even in the end times my establishment would offer you only the best deals (and extra gifts, such as a gingerbread scented toilet bowl refresher that comes with every purchase made till the end of this year)
 
Woaw, thank you so much... whoever you are! I adore the Dwyer, and the little Fleur-de-lis in the background warms my cold, cold Quebecois heart. I will cherish this forever, merci beaucoup. Have a holly jolly Christmas and a wonderful new year!
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Whoever did this may as well know me personally lmfao, this is the best present I've ever had.

Merry Christmas ya lovable goofs!
 
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