PixelJail

In the frigid north, there lies a filthy, horny, desperate old cretin. A large, fat man with a bushy white beard and bags and bags of toys. Don’t be fooled though, this is no Santa Claus.

This is Daddy Xmas.

Instead of travelling far across the land and gifting presents and gifts to all the good boys and girls, he simply travels far and wide, finding beautiful gifts to take for himself, to drag them kicking and screaming back to his freezing workshop, a filthy basement dungeon built for torture.