Misery piled on misery! As the cold closed in, how we looked forward to Frostivus. Instead we get The Greeviling! The shops have been plundered, our gifts ripped open, our precious items scattered through the woods by a dire tide of Greevils! What caused this swarming chaos? Who hatched all those Greevil eggs? Who can we blame for burying us in this horde of mischievous imps? What's that you say?

Este vina noastră, la naiba?

         Sunt peste tot! Peste tot prin pădure, Greevilii hoţi de cadouri se bucură de cadourile noastre în vizuinele lor murdare. Ei vor ceda numai cu forţa! Dacă te vei duce împotriva acestor Greevili sălbatici, asigură-te că îţi poţi aduce proprii Greevili manieraţi cu tine. Şi când lucrurile se înrăutăţesc, fluieră şi cheamă-ţi Greevilul! El te va pune într-un loc sigur (nu suntem siguri unde) şi va lua aceste lucruri în labele lui neîngrijite!

For lo, The Greeviling is a time of endless carnage, when the Greevils run riot and the snows are stained red. Even so, it's not without its pleasures. Every wild Greevil whose trove you plunder will spit up a gift for friend and foe alike! (You will want to wipe it off, as it has been in a Greevil's gullet.) You might not get what you asked for, but isn't giving more rewarding than receiving? Would someone please explain this to the Greevils?!

         If for some reason you haven't had your fill of the pestiferous creatures, unhatched Greevil eggs are available and ready to be imbued with the magical essences that make these creatures such a pain in the--I mean, such a wonder to behold!

         While Frostivus must wait til next year, this is the perfect time to celebrate The Greeviling with gifts galore. The Dota 2 store is stocked with new marvels beyond the reach of greedy Greevils--such as the winning entries of the Polycount Contest.