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Strange snow flurries have been blowing through town, frosting entire buildings. Sometimes they come out of nowhere--overnight, or in the timespan of just a few short hours. Snow falls rapidly and ice coats doors and window, sealing them shut. These snow flurries are knocking out power, and worse--trapping people in buildings and cars. If one of these flurries hits, where do you wind up?
NOW JUST WAIT A GOD DAMN GOOD ******** MINUTE HERE.
LOUIS MILES WAS NOT READY FOR THIS WHITE SOFT PURE CRYSTAL ZERO DEGRESS FLUTTERING BULLSHIT TO START FALLING FROM THE GOD FORSAKEN SKY LIKE IT WAS ACTUALLY THE MIDDLE OF BUTT ******** TUNDRA WINTER. HE DID NOT SIGN UP TO ENTER A FROSTY SOFT SERVE OF ******** YOU IM MOTHER NATURE AND YOUR a** IS GONNA BE BLUE WHEN IT HIS THE SEAT OF HIS TOLIET AT 3 AM WHEN HE NEEDED TO DROP A DUCE. HIS SOCKS HAS HEILDED HIM. BUT LORD HAVE MERCY UPON HIS a** HE FELT HIS BALLS RETREAN INTO HIM AS a** MET ICE COLD PLASTIC. WHO THE RIGHT ******** TURNED OFF THE HEAT?
EVERYTHING WAS PAIN. EVERYTHING WAS SUFFERING. EVERYTHING WAS COLD AS ICE AND HE DID NOT AGREE TO THIS WHEN HE PAID OVER TWO HUNREAD FAT SMACKERS FOR BLESSED HEAT TO BE IN HIS HOME. HE PAID TOP DOLLAR TO ENSURE THIS BULL s**t STAYED WHERE IT BELONGED- OUTSIDE. THE COLD BELONGED TO THE SOFT SNOW THAT WAS PILING UP TOO FAST FOR HIM TO GIVE A s**t ABOUT. HIS WATER WASN'T EVEN FLOWING WHICH MEANT THAT A PIPE HAD FROZEN AND SO ALL HE COULD DO WAS TURN ON A SINK AND PRAY TO SWEET BABY RAYS MERICFUL JESUS THAT THE PIPE DIDN'T LOSE IT AS IT WOULD THAW AND EXPLODE THUS ******** UP LOUIS'S s**t SIX WAY TO SUNDAY.
ANGRY DID NOT COVER THE EMOTION LOUIS FELT. IT WAS LIKE CALLING FUKUSHIMA A TINY ACCIDENT. NO. ******** THIS, ******** THAT, AND ******** HIM IN PARTICULAR. IT WAS COLD AND IT WAS PURE ABSOLUTE BULL s**t.
An hour later and slightly calmer now that the shock of a frozen bathroom and being unable to take a proper number 2, Louis was trying to get basic power up enough to run the space heater he and his roomie had in the living room. The other man had just shrugged, picked up a metric ******** ton of blankets and set up a sort of strange bed nest like thing in the middle of the room, which Louis had sealed off using the latest and greatest technology. The fact the old house had doors to everywhere. Hallway? Door. Kitchen? Door. Other main living space? Door. Dining room? Door. Stairs? You guessed it folks, there was a door for that too. Apparently the old owns had a thing about ghosts and doors to confuse them so... the place was like a semi comical door city. Yet it was nice at times like this when they needed to seal off any one particular area.
Huddled under three blankets and typing on his cell, Louis set off a few messages and emails- trapped at home, he wasn't alone. And as a side message, he told his captain if worse came to worse, he could just eat a starseed to stay warm right?
His captain said that wasn't funny. Didn't Louis know how hard it was to dig a grave in icy conditions like this?
It was really hard as he'd find out two days later.
