Blizzard
A swift breeze picks up over the lonely mountain peak, whispering of a fate cold and hard. To ignore the pleas of the lost and frozen will be destined to follow in their wake.
The breeze howls and wails, moaning like the people who it claimed. A gust of wind grasps at the wooden shack and tears open its roof and walls.
Nothing is more terrifying than being isolated and exposed to the elements.
Here the blizzard is more than a harsh snowstorm but reimagined as a gigantic ghost that will destroy and claim the souls of all that it touches. The more souls it claims the stronger it will become.
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